Clustering ferns lie cool In the depths of the pool, Where the bridge arches low Above the languid, lucid flow; And where shadows play On a miniature bay Near the farther bank there sway Slender sweet-flags crowding close; And a multitude of loose, Tiny, clean, cool, green Sphered leaflets here fling A dotted silken carpeting For a space, a little place, Beside the current's murmuring. |