DOWN by the glassy pool Sand and water meet, There's a little wooden stool, Marks of little feet. When the broth was in the bowl, Mother called to-day; Mother called and no one came, Someone was away. Then there came a little boy, Whose broth was very cool, Stuttering in wonderment, 'The sky is in the pool!' And mother wept, because the clear Depths of all pool-skies, The soul's wonder, the heart's fear, Were gathered in his eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN THE STORM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD NICHARCHUS UPON PHIDON HIS DOCTOR by EZRA POUND OCTAVES: 21 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG |