THE PUDDLE
Reading edition
I cursed the puddle when I found Unseeing I had walked therein, Forgetting the uneven ground, Because my eyes Were on the skies, To glean their glory and to win The sunset’s trembling ecstasies. And then I marked the puddle’s face, When still and quiet grown again, Was but concerned, as I, to trace The wonder spread Above its head, And mark and mirror and contain The gold and purple, rose and red.