The Mirror
Between
the
woods
the
afternoon
Its
fallen
in
a
golden
swoon,
The
sun
looks
down
from
quiet
skies
To
where
a
quiet
water
lies,
And
silent
trees
stoop
down
to
the
trees.
And
there
I
saw
a
white
swan
make
Another
white
swan
in
the
lake;
And,
breast
to
breast,
both
motionless,
They
waited
for
the
wind's
caress.
.
.
And
all
the
water
was
at
ease.