174 
THE PURPLE HYACINTH. 
There was no one to ask me why I wept. 
And so I kept 
Brimming the water-lily cups with tears 
Cold as my fears. 
Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side, 
I sat a-weeping. What enamour’d bride, 
Cheated by shadowy wooer from the clouds, 
But hides and shrouds 
Beneath dark palm-trees, by the river’s side ? 
Keats. 
