Poems (Hinchman)/I lean and look into the pool
XVII
I lean and look into the pool Where the cool shadowy corners hide,Where dance the waves, like the king's fool, Above the cruel unanswering tide.
Old beauty lingering for all time, Flush'd with her prime, wild strength imparts,Or pal'd with wonder marks the chime Whose whirling rime wins dream-lost hearts.
My heart will wander through the world, And muse the curl'd leaves of a flower,The myriad stars, white dawn bepearl'd, The leaflets whirl'd before a shower.
Till silence grow within the wood, Till silence brood o'er field and sky,Till silence like a newborn mood Hush flood of heart and memory.