Mirrors
When twilight comes a-creeping
Across the quiet bay
The water turns to mirrors
In which deep shadows play.
The trees are all turned upside down
Along the water's edge;
Inverted ferns and bushes
Are hanging from the ledge.
The colored rocks build highways
With grand and sloping sides,
And o'er a sea of fleecy clouds
The boat serenely glides.
It is a grand sensation
To sail this magic sea;
For all the time you’re looking down
You're looking up, by gee!