BY THIS low rock pool, dark and sweet, Where panting Summer cools her feet. No creature stirs, except the leaves That sometimes glide along the air Like children down a shallow stair. And nothing strives or grieves. The long ferns drip from every frond. Green, round, and polished lies the pond. A mirror for the stooping moon. Above, the fall is straight and white. A comet in a sultry night, Among the leaves of June. All spell-bound in the drowsy gloom, Grey-leaved, white-flowered, the mulleins bloom; And if a swallow suddenly Should cut the pool with one sharp wing, Or if a thrush come here to sing, It seems a prodigy. A lone green valley, good for sheep, Where still the ancient fairies keep Their right of way and copyhold All night with mullein torches. Far Within the stream, a dreaming star Has laid a spell of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING THE RIGHT TO DIE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BIRDS: THE WEDDING CHANT by ARISTOPHANES IN MEMORIAM by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALMS 71. PRAYER AND SONG OF THE AGED CHRISTIAN by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |