Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
A South Coast IdyllRosamund Marriott Watson (18601911)
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A white goat, bleating, strains his hempen tether,
A purple stain dreams on the broad blue plain,
The waters and the west wind sing together.
Where swift and sudden skims the slim sea swallow;
The hid cicalas play their viols all the day,
Merry of heart, although they may not follow.
With vine-bound brows, young Daphnis lies a-sleeping;
Stolen from the sea on feet of ivory,
The white nymphs whisper, through the pine stems peeping.
Nor scale the sunny slope in fond endeavour;
It may not be, too swiftly would they flee
Our world-stain’d gaze and come no more for ever.
Let us lie still, as in a dream enfolden,
Hear by the sea the airs of Arcady,
And feel the wind of tresses unbeholden.