'What has fallen into my heart?' Said the pool. (It was the sky.) 'Blue it is, and very cool, Blue and brave and beautiful; And never a ripple waving from it Makes me sigh.' 'What has fallen into my heart?' Came again. (It was the stars.) 'Purple followed the blue, and then Softly -- though I knew not when -- Twinklings of gold, dropping silently Through night's bars.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |