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 | Robert Louis Stevenson: Collected Poems |  |
XXXV
Looking-Glass River
Smooth it slides upon its travel,
Here a wimple, there a gleam—
O the clean gravel!
O the smooth stream!
Here a wimple, there a gleam—
O the clean gravel!
O the smooth stream!
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Sailing blossoms, silver fishes,
Paven pools as clear as air—
How a child wishes
To live down there!
Paven pools as clear as air—
How a child wishes
To live down there!
We can see our coloured faces
Floating on the shaken pool
Down in cool places,
Dim and very cool;
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.
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!
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.
See the spreading circles die;
The stream and all in it
Will clear by-and-by.
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