By the limpid pool at twilight, Sat he Wearily watching its slumberous deep, Like his sad soul, For jeweled fishes? Like the phantoms of his dreams, That elude imagination's reach; Like those airy beings far-soaring overhead In the Pale-colored, star-crowned height? A faint smile lay on his pale lips, Like the Last, low, lingering light That slides Adown the inverted cup of blue, To make room for her, The shining star. Gently drooped his golden head; As the pool drew its veil of black, He fell asleep, By the woodside green and dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |