BY the pool that I see in my dreams, dear love, I have sat with you time and again; And listened beneath the dank leaves, dear love, To the sibilant sound of the rain. And the pool, it is silvery bright, dear love, And as pure as the heart of a maid, As sparkling and dimpling, it darkles and shines In the depths of the heart of the glade. But, oh, I've a wish in my soul, dear love, (The wish of a dreamer, it seems,) That I might wash free of my sins, dear love, In the pool that I see in my dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LISTENERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EMERSON by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE HOME (2) by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST FROST-WORK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: DESIRE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE BLUDE RED ROSE AT YULE by ROBERT BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A LANCASHIRE MILL-HAND by EDWARD CARPENTER |