Here is a voice that soundeth low and far <br />And lyricvoice of wind among the pines, <br />Where the untroubled, glimmering waters are, <br />And sunlight seldom shines. <br /> <br />Elusive shadows linger shyly here, <br />And wood-flowers blow, like pale, sweet spirit-bloom, <br />And white, slim birches whisper, mirrored clear <br />In the pool's lucent gloom. <br /> <br />Here Pan might pipe, or wandering dryad kneel <br />To view her loveliness beside the brim, <br />Or laughing wood-nymphs from the byways steal <br />To dance around its rim. <br /> <br />'Tis such a witching spot as might beseem <br />A seeker for young friendship's trysting place, <br />Or lover yielding to the immortal dream <br />Of one beloved face.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wood-pool/
