Beside the amber pools of sleep the water ripples cold, while on the smooth leaves dark as jade, the water trickles gold .... Here in this shade of tree and root, where water-gods set emerald foot, the hyacinthine nymphs of night in garments gleaming chrysolite, move out in ghostly, gold pavane, with faces lost and amber-wan. As passionless as polished coral they move in dance against the laurel. In stately dance, austere and slow, as light as early, fallen snow, they pause and bow against the trees, and then move on in ghostly frieze ... Beside the amber pools of sleep the water ripples gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STARLIGHT NIGHT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE WATER-SPRINGS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE SEVENTH AND EIGHTH by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BAR VERSUS THE DOCKET by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD ODE TO THE MEMORY OF BURNS by THOMAS CAMPBELL |