When the early stars were sparkling Overhead, and down below Fireflies twinkled, through the darkling Thickets she heard footsteps go— Voice of her false lover speaking, Laughing to his sweetheart new:— "Half my heart for thee I'm breaking: Did not Katy love me true?" Then no longer she was singing, But through all the wood kept ringing— Katy did, Katy did, Katy did love thee And the fox is digging a grave for me. 

When the early stars were sparkling

Overhead, and down below

Fireflies twinkled, through the darkling

Thickets she heard footsteps go—

Voice of her false lover speaking,

Laughing to his sweetheart new:—

"Half my heart for thee I'm breaking:

Did not Katy love me true?"

 

 

   NARCISSUS 

 Where the black hemlock slants athwart the stream He came to bathe; the sun's pursuing beam Laid a warm hand upon him, as he stood Naked, while noonday silence filled the wood. Holding the boughs o'erhead, with cautious foot He felt his way along the mossy root That edged the brimming pool; then paused and dreamed. Half like a dryad of the tree he seemed, Half like the naiad of the stream below, Suspended there between the water's flow And the green tree-top world; the love-sick air Coaxing with softest touch his body fair A little longer yet to be content Outside of its own crystal element. And he, still lingering at the brink, looked down And marked the sunshine fleck with gold the brown And sandy floor which paved that woodland pool. But then, within the shadows deep and cool Which the close hemlocks on the surface made, Two eyes met his yet darker than that shade And, shining through the watery foliage dim, Two white and slender arms reached up to him. "Comest thou again, now all the woods are still, Fair shape, nor even Echo from the hill Calls her Narcissus? Would her voice were thine, Dear speechless image, and could answer mine! Her I but hear and thee I may but see; Yet, Echo, thou art happy unto me; For 

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