Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Mortimer Collins b. 1827A Greek Idyl
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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.
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.
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.
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.