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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A GREEK IDYL, by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS First Line: He sat the quiet stream beside Last Line: Pipes to the autumn breezes. Alternate Author Name(s): Collins, Mortimer | |||
HE sat the quiet stream beside, His white feet laving in the tide, And watch'd the pleasant waters glide Beneath the skies of summer. She singing came from mound to mound, Her footfall on the thymy ground Unheard; his tranquil haunt she found -- That beautiful new comer. He said -- "My own Glycerium! The pulses of the woods are dumb, How well I knew that thou wouldst come, Beneath the branches gliding." The dreamer fancied he had heard Her footstep, whensoever stirr'd The summer wind or languid bird Amid the boughs abiding. She dipp'd her fingers in the brook, And gaz'd awhile with happy look Upon the windings of a book Of Cyprian hymnings tender. The ripples to the ocean raced -- The flying minutes pass'd in haste: His arm was round the maiden's waist, That waist so very slender. O cruel Time! O tyrant Time! Whose winter all the streams of rhyme, The flowing waves of love sublime, In bitter passage freezes. I only see the scambling goat, The lotos on the waters float, While an old shepherd with an oat Pipes to the autumn breezes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CONCEIT by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS A SUMMER SONG by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS AD CHLOEN, M.A.; FRESH FROM HER CAMBRIDGE EXAMINATION by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS CHLOE, M.A by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS COMFORT by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS DARWIN by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS HARTLEY COLERIDGE by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS KATE TEMPLE'S SONG by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS MARTIAL IN LONDON by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS MY AUNT'S SPECTRE by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS |
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