Blue Pool

Around the oval margin Of a placid inland pool, Lush grasses fringe the edges Of waters clear and cool, That form a mirror, lying, Where trees can bend to see If summer gowns are fashioned As robes of green should be.

The pool spreads out serenely In bright, translucent blues, That spiral gently downward In richer, darker hues, On pathways marked by jewels Where shafts of sunlight bold, Pierce through that liquid sapphire, And fleck the walls with gold.

Blue Pool is ever brimming From some distant, hidden well; Its depth no man has measured— Its free source none can tell; Yet, day by day, refreshing streams Spring up to drench the sod, Their mystery and constancy Like to the love of God.