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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUSE'S LULLABY by PALMER COX PROVERBS 31:25-29. THE MOTHER OF THE HOUSE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EVENING by SYLVIA HORTENSE BLISS WHEN LOVE MEETS LOVE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN CAELIA: SONNETS: 2 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ASOLANDO: DEVELOPMENT by ROBERT BROWNING BALLAD TO A FRENCH TUNE (1) by PATRICK CAREY |