Echo and Narcissus
M USEST thou, gazer, what form is mine, who, eagerly bending
Forward, with hollowed hand aid the desire of the ear?
Echo the Nymph's; and, hast thou the eye of the poet, Narcissus
Stands not far, not far lures the perfidious stream.
Watching he stands with head down-drooped, as a whitening fountain
Gracefully leaving, with grace turning again to the earth.
Wan are the brow, the cheek, the lips that sundering murmur:—
‘Beautiful image!’ and I, ‘Beautiful image!’ reply.
Such my doom, whose mouth is vocal with alien accents;
Blossoms so chime with the bee, so with the warbler the bough.
Hast thou a love? then call on her name, and faithfully will I
Echo thy passionate speech, utterer thus of my own.
Forward, with hollowed hand aid the desire of the ear?
Echo the Nymph's; and, hast thou the eye of the poet, Narcissus
Stands not far, not far lures the perfidious stream.
Watching he stands with head down-drooped, as a whitening fountain
Gracefully leaving, with grace turning again to the earth.
Wan are the brow, the cheek, the lips that sundering murmur:—
‘Beautiful image!’ and I, ‘Beautiful image!’ reply.
Such my doom, whose mouth is vocal with alien accents;
Blossoms so chime with the bee, so with the warbler the bough.
Hast thou a love? then call on her name, and faithfully will I
Echo thy passionate speech, utterer thus of my own.
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