The lovers in the pool.
"Look in! Lie still! A jewelled ripple spangles
The hand upon her hair;
While, lying listless on her back, she dangles
A finger in the air.
"How still he is. Your motionless perfection
Absorbs him utterly.
Doubtless you seem to him his love's reflection
Face downwards in the sky,
"Whence I am hanging, seeing only her face,