If you will poise your forefoot in my pool, I will not loose a ripple, Beautiful. Crackle the fern-stems, arch aloft and stare, See! there's no fright for you, anywhere. A leaf shall not lift, nor a shade shake You and your shy love away from my lake. I know the noon is a blaze for you, This gaunt forest, a maze for you: Kneel near a drop of water on stone. No one comes plunging. You are alone. Today I am opal tinged with blue, My color darkens with the glassy heat, And I listen for hoofs. Am I timid, too? Noon is my enemy! Thrust in your feet! Trample this silver, trample this sand, I will not startle you, Little One; stand Slim as the larch, there, I'll not take Even your shade to the naked ache Of my lessening waters. If you lean, Another faun, like you, but green Will flick his ears and curve his throat, His shadow hoof will lift between These pebble-splotches. Will you float, Mingle and drowse and touch me, Beautiful? If you come down some blown noon to my pool, I will be quiet, I will be cool. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HARRY WILMANS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 90 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI JOHN CHARLES FREMONT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER UNSUNG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MYSELF by HARRIET ELLEN (GRANNIS) AREY |