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 Narcissus

O thou with whom I dallied Through all the hours of noon,— Sweet water-boy, more pallid Than any watery moon; Above thy body turning White lily-buds were strewn: Alas, the silver morning, Alas, the golden noon!

Alas, the clouds of sorrow, The waters of despair! I sought thee on the morrow, And never found thee there. Since first I saw thee splendid, Since last I called thee fair, My happy ways have ended By waters of despair.

The pool that was thy dwelling I hardly knew again, So black it was, and swelling With bitter wind and rain. 30