The zephyrs brought him incense of the flowers, From misty woodlands beautiful and cool, When, heedless of the waning of the hours, Narcissus watched the pool. And twilight came adown the shadowed way, Vestured in opal vales of glimmering light; Softly she passed where the lone dreamer lay, Then sought her lover, Night. Came woodland nymphs who gathered at his side, And wreathed his brow with starry buds impearled, But in his soul, the darkening of the tide Had blotted out the world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 1. OFF GIBRALTAR by SARA TEASDALE THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EMERSON by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE JEALOUS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MALDIVE SHARK by HERMAN MELVILLE TO HELEN (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE CAMPS OF GREEN by WALT WHITMAN |