~ Hylas and The Nymphs ~ So the nymphs they spoke, We kissed and laid. By noontime’s hour Our love was made. Like braided chains of crocus stems, We lay entwined, I laid with them. Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea, Our bodies draping wearily, We slept, I slept so lucidly, With hopes to stay this memory. (Poem by Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy... Provided by CZ) Art: Hylas and The Nymphs Art by John William Waterhouse