THE WATER CHILD

There is a round pool at the edge of the woods And there I may look at the sky; The wind goes a-sailing, the clouds come to drink, The birds pass above it and by; I lean down and look, in the carefulest way, Past the tip of the straight little pine, For down in its coolness a water child lives With a face that is nearly like mine.

Dame Twilight comes from Sleepy Land With Shut-Your-Eyes, her brother; She holds a star-torch in one hand And dew drops in the other. Ruth Fuller Stevens 1918