Pool Point is where the Cumberland Causes an awkward bend In Sandy river as it does Its northward journey wend. 'Tis called Pool Point because there lies Just at its base a pool Made by the Sandy river; and It sure is beautiful. This spreading pool is almost round; And it is always cool; Its bosom almost waveless is; Its depth is wonderful. Is Pool Point rocky? I should say! 'Tis almost wholly rock, Save a bit of clayey soil where grows A growth of scrawny oak. Once on this rocky point I stood My sun-hat on my head And threw a stone into its depths To watch the circles spread. The sound was echoed from the hills, Then slowly died away; The circles vanished one by one And left no trace where they Had been a little while before: Still mused I standing on That rugged, overhanging ledge Of rudely pictured stone. "How easy it would be" I mused "To follow where I threw That tiny stone and peacef'ly sleep Hidden away from view. And would my friends forget me When there awhile I've lain? Ah, yes, for Time's a balm for grief, For sorrow and for pain." I turned my back towards the pool, And walked with rapid pace Across the stony, woodland path Back to my boarding place. "Forgive me, Father," thus I prayed, "Forgive thy erring child, Who looking at thy handiwork Among these mountains wild; "Who gazing at yon deep, wide pool Of waveless water mild Should suicidal thoughts conceive. Forgive, forgive thy child." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MONK IN THE KITCHEN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK EPITAPH ON S.P., A CHILD OF QUEEN ELIZABETH'S CHAPEL by BEN JONSON THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW (SEPTEMBER 25, 1857) by ROBERT TRAILL SPENCE LOWELL ST. ISAAC'S CHURCH, PETROGRAD by CLAUDE MCKAY A SONNET. ON THE PICTURE OF CAVALIER GUARINI PAINTED BY BORGIANNI by PHILIP AYRES |