Stars lie broken on a lake Whenever passing breezes make The wavelets leap; But when the lake is still, the sky Gives moon and stars that they may lie On that calm deep. If, like the lake that has the boon Of cradling the little moon Above the hill, I want the Infinite to be Reflected undisturbed in me, I must be still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VILLA PAULINE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH |