Pools but reflect his shape and form, And nothing of his lovely hues; Could he but see his jewels' light, Would this Kingfisher choose To live alone with Weeping Willows, Diving, and making toys of billows? Her shadow shows this Stone her frame, But not her plumpness, round and simple; Could she but see what moss she has, To jewel every dimple – Could this rich Stone but see her face, Would she lie idle in one place? Were I a great Magician now, I'd bring this Bird and Stone together, Lord, what a glorious pair they'd make, To dance, in moss and feather – Nine times in sunshine, keeping step. And twenty when the Moon is up! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIRTY OLD MAN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE INEVITABLE by SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON THE POET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ENEMY'S PORTRAIT by THOMAS HARDY A DUTCH PROVERB by MATTHEW PRIOR SONNET: 107 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |