These pools that, though in forests, still
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
The trees that have it in their pent-up
To darken nature and be summer woods -Let them think twice before they use their
To blot out and drink up and sweep
These flowery waters and these watery
From snow that melted only yesterday.
