William Johnson Cory (1823–1892)

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 wave,

And reflected on the 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.