BY THIS low rock pool, dark and sweet, Where panting Summer cools her feet. No creature stirs, except the leaves That sometimes glide along the air Like children down a shallow stair. And nothing strives or grieves. The long ferns drip from every frond. Green, round, and polished lies the pond. A mirror for the stooping moon. Above, the fall is straight and white. A comet in a sultry night, Among the leaves of June. All spell-bound in the drowsy gloom, Grey-leaved, white-flowered, the mulleins bloom; And if a swallow suddenly Should cut the pool with one sharp wing, Or if a thrush come here to sing, It seems a prodigy. A lone green valley, good for sheep, Where still the ancient fairies keep Their right of way and copyhold All night with mullein torches. Far Within the stream, a dreaming star Has laid a spell of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASHURNATSIRPAL III by CARL SANDBURG APPRECIATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LIMBO by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SARGENT'S PORTRAIT OF EDWIN BOOTH AT THE PLAYERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: A PREACHER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH UNCLE OUT O' DEBT AN' OUT O' DANGER by WILLIAM BARNES |