The Mirror Poem by Alan Alexander Milne
The Mirror
Between the woods the afternoon
Its fallen in a golden swoon,
The sun looks down from quiet skies
To where a quiet water lies,
And silent trees stoop down to the trees.
And there I saw a white swan make
Another white swan in the lake;
And, breast to breast, both motionless,
They waited for the wind's caress. . .
And all the water was at ease.
I think I will fall in a golden swoon about the beauty of the reflections in this poem.
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4/19/2024 12:34:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Delightful masterpiece