There is a round pool at the edge of the woods
And there I may look at the sky;
The wind goes a-sailing, the clouds come to drink,
The birds pass above it and by;
I lean down and look, in the carefulest way,
Past the tip of the straight little pine,
For down in its coolness a water child lives
With a face that is nearly like mine.
Dame Twilight comes from Sleepy Land
With Shut-Your-Eyes, her brother;
She holds a star-torch in one hand
And dew drops in the other.
Ruth Fuller Stevens 1918
