A Child's Garden of Verses/Looking-Glass River

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1888048A Child's Garden of Verses — XXXV. Looking-Glass RiverRobert Louis Stevenson

XXXV

LOOKING-GLASS RIVER

SMOOTH it slides upon its travel,
Here a wimple, there a gleam—
O the clean gravel!
O the smooth stream!

Sailing blossoms, silver fishes,
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;

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.