(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)


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.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.