The Swimming Pool
O! crystal-clear, transparent water,
The cool wind is thy joyous daughter.
As I glide through thee, quick and sleek—
Oh thou so quiet and so meek!—
I feel thy ripples lapping free,
And thou dost lie so near to me
I see my figure on thy face,
Entwined in shadows, linked like lace.
Oh! what art thou? what canst thou be,
That dost reflect my visage unto me?
I know not what thou seemest to another,
But thou to me art as a brother.