Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel

(1834-1894 / England)

The Water-Nymph And The Boy

Poem by Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel

I FLUNG me round him,
I drew him under;
I clung, I drown'd him,
My own white wonder!...

   Father and mother,
   Weeping and wild,
   Came to the forest,
   Calling the child,
   Came from the palace,
   Down to the pool,
   Calling my darling,
   My beautiful!
   Under the water,
   Cold and so pale!
   Could it be love made
   Beauty to fail?

   Ah me for mortals!
   In a few moons,
   If I had left him,
   After some Junes
   He would have faded,
   Faded away,
   He, the young monarch, whom
   All would obey,
   Fairer than day;
   Alien to springtime,
   Joyless and gray,
   He would have faded,
   Faded away,
   Moving a mockery,
   Scorn'd of the day!
   Now I have taken him
   All in his prime,
   Saved from slow poisoning
   Pitiless Time,
   Fill'd with his happiness,
   One with the prime,
   Saved from the cruel
   Dishonour of Time.
   Laid him, my beautiful,
   Laid him to rest,
   Loving, adorable,
   Softly to rest,
   Here in my crystalline,
   Here in my breast!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003