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.