|
Prev
| Next
| Contents
XXXV
Looking-glass River
Smooth it glides upon its travel,
Here a wimple,
there a gleam--
O the clean gravel!
O the smooth stream!
Sailing blossoms, silver fishes,
Pave pools as
clear as air--
How a child wishes
To live down there!
We can see our colored faces
Floating on the
shaken pool
Down in cool places,
Dim and very cool;
Till a wind or water wrinkle,
Dipping marten,
plumping trout,
Spreads in a twinkle
And blots all out.
See the rings pursue each other;
All below grows
black as night,
Just as if mother
Had blown out the light!
Patience, children, just a minute--
See the
spreading circles die;
The stream and all in it
Will clear by-and-by.
Prev
| Next
| Contents
|
