THE FOREST POOL Upon the forest pool’s deep blue Golden petalled lilies float; Circling silver ripples play Around an ancient rowing-boat. I pass along the sloping bank, I pause to listen, lost in dreams; I see Her rise among the reeds, She stretches out her arms it seems. And hand-in-hand we leap aboard, Charmed by the water’s tiny childe; The rudder strings slip from my grasp, The oars into the water slide. To float away wrapped in love Beneath the kindly summer moon, While midst the rushes breathes the wind And endlessly the ripples croon. But it is dream, she does not come, And vainly do I moan and weep Beside the dark blue forest pool On which gold-petalled lilies sleep.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 11:07:36 +0000
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