Oblong, its jutted ends rounding into circles, The old sunken basin lies with its flat, marble lip An inch below the terrace tiles. Over the stagnant water Slide reflections: The blue-green of coned yews; The purple and red of trailing fuchsias Dripping out of marble urns; Bright squares of sky Ribbed by the wake of a swimming beetle. Through the blue-bronze water Wavers the pale uncertainty of a shadow. An arm flashes through the reflections, A breast is outlined with leaves. Outstretched in the quiet water The statue of a Goddess slumbers. But when Autumn comes The beech leaves cover her with a golden counter-pane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE ADMIRAL EVANS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO A PHOTOGRAPHER by BERTON BRALEY APPLE-PARING NIGHT IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THE DEATH-BOAT OF HELIGOLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL |