The Conservative (Lovecraft)/October 1916/The Pool

by Winifred Virginia Jackson

The Pool

Above ray head a leaf-lock'd sky.
A brown bowl sot beneath ray feet;
About my face pale ferns grow high.
And over all is silence sweet.

But Oh! sometimes in dreams I hear
A whisper, then a torrent's roar;
The shriek of wind, the belch of fear,
That I have known somewhere before!

Winifred Virginia Jordan

---