Beside the amber pools of sleep the water ripples cold, while on the smooth leaves dark as jade, the water trickles gold .... Here in this shade of tree and root, where water-gods set emerald foot, the hyacinthine nymphs of night in garments gleaming chrysolite, move out in ghostly, gold pavane, with faces lost and amber-wan. As passionless as polished coral they move in dance against the laurel. In stately dance, austere and slow, as light as early, fallen snow, they pause and bow against the trees, and then move on in ghostly frieze ... Beside the amber pools of sleep the water ripples gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 2. HEAT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW I DO NOT LOVE THEE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LEGENDARY LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON INTRODUCTORY VERSES TO MARIA HACK by BERNARD BARTON THE TRIUMPHS OF THY CONQUERING POWER by WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST |