Daydream

Staring at the face,the pool where Narcissus Pined and made a star burst to tears There I stand, where Echo`s sad but delicious Plea for affection fell on deaf ears. Treading through oblivious tracks Lost in blue`s poisoned pinions Burdens on my shoulders like sacks, Rinds of red-rust peppered onions. And where the blades of grass hardly breathes In the middle a thriving tulip survive Silver coppice, warts and wretched wreathes; Blows its bright red bell about and alive. See! startled Zephyrus returning Round its robust wheel, melting snow -- The sweet wine of paradise -- dripping Upon the dry ground to dispel woe. Numb, as if I had drunk some mandrake, Deaf to the distant call of friends to fun I daydream in my heartache And stumble into a sultry summer sun.