Edward Cracroft Lefroy: His Life and Poems including a Reprint of Echoes from Theocritus: By Wilfred Austin Gill: With a Critical Estimate of the Sonnets by the late John Addington Symonds |
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LXXV
THE SAME CONTINUED
He will not come. Poor fool! no thought of fun
Lights his dark soul—content in this drear place
To spend the golden hours in fruitless chase
Of witless words. How softly one by one
The breezes fold their wings till day be done;
The laurels droop; from out the pillar's base
A grass-green lizard peeps with wrinkly face,
And turns his beaded eyes toward the sun.
Look east. I think god Phœbus never shone
More brightly on the Mount. A molten bar
Leaps from Athenê's helm as from a star,
Wakes the white spirit of the Parthenon,
Then dies upon the purple hills afar
In flame. And still the old man babbles on.
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