Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

 THE WATER CHILD

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