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...ON A FLY DRINKING FROM HIS CUP by WILLIAM OLDYS NEW FRIENDS AND OLD FRIENDS by JOSEPH PARRY IMAGES: 4 by RICHARD ALDINGTON TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG HAPPINESS THROUGH THE YEAR by J. MARGARET CRUTE ASHCRAFT LARABELLE; CANTO FOURTH by LEVI BISHOP |