We see you as we see a face
That trembles in a forest place
Upon the mirror of a pool
Forever quiet, clear and cool;
And in the wayward glass, appears
To hover between smiles and tears,
Elfin and human, airy and true,
And backed by the reflected blue.
More verses by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Come From The Daisied Meadows
- Had I The Power That Have The Will
- To Friends At Home
- The Gardener
- Strange Are The Ways Of Men