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.