Saturday, October 3, 2009

'Narcissus ' Comments

Rating: 5.0

The seasons came and passed away,
The woods were green, then golden, then bare:
The weeds grew and then swiftly decayed-
As of his presence unaware.
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John Eliot
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Yashaswi Chauhan 08 April 2016

Nice

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Ernestine Northover 06 November 2009

I think this is a beautiful poem, ethereal, dreamy, spiritual. I really enjoyed reading it. Excellent. Love Ernestine XXX

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