Explore "Poems: SONNET -- THE LOVE OF NARCISSUS" by Alice Meynell on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Like him who met his own eyes in the river, / The poet trembles at his own long gaze / That meets him through the changing nights and days / From out great Nature; all her waters quiver / With his fair image facing him for ever; / The music that he listens to betrays / His own heart to his ears; by trackless ways / His wild thoughts tend to him in long endeavour.
His dreams are far among the silent hills; / His vague voice calls him from the darkened plain / With winds at night; strange recognition thrills / His lonely heart with piercing love and pain; / He knows his sweet mirth in the mountain rills, / His weary tears that touch him with the rain.