Narcissus
Adelaide Crapsey
‘Boy, lying
Where the long grass
Edges the pool’s brim,
What do you watch
There in the water? The blue
Colour of Heaven
Mirrored, repeated? the brown
Tree-trunks and branches
Waveringly imaged? These,
Boy, do you watch?’
‘Nay but mine eyes;
Nay but the trouble
Deep in mine eyes’
