Dirge

Lyrics

Naiad, hid beneath the bank By the willowy river-side Where Narcissus gently sank Where unmarried Echo died Unto thy serene repose Waft the stricken Anterôs Where the tranquil swan is borne Imaged in a watery glass Where the sprays of fresh pink thorn Stoop to catch the boats that pass Where the earliest orchis grows Bury thou fair Anterôs Glide we by, with prow and oar: Ripple shadows off the wavе And reflected on thе shore Haply play about the grave Folds of summer-light enclose All that once was Anterôs On a flickering wave we gaze Not upon his answering eyes: Flower and bird we scarce can praise Having lost his sweet replies: Cold and mute the river flows With our tears for Anterôs