I SAW Narcissus in a portico Leaning his ear toward the yellow bells Of his own flower, festooned, that from the shells Voluted on the pavement, caught the low Long echoes of an Archipelago Afar, beyond the pillared parallels Wherein a soft wind wound, and nothing else, Between his shoulder and the afterglow. Figure of bronze! Thou listenest alway: Ever for thee that lazy song beguiles. But I must wake, and toil again, and pray; And yet will come but rarely, and at whiles, The shout and vision of the sea-gods grey, Stampeding by the lone Scillonian isles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOBLIN MARKET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI COUNTRY DOCTOR by DANA KNEELAND AKERS THE JEW'S GIFT; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SHE LOOKS BEYOND TO-MORROW by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT |