Beside the waters we stood,
The velvet grass about our feet
And still deep tides reflected the blue
Of summer skies . . .
Silent lying in glittering sheen,
A mirror reflecting your face and mine,
Giving back to us in faithful similitude
Our happiness, line on line.
. . . . . . . . .
Beside the waters alone I stand,
Velvet grass about my feet.
Their rippling sheen has caught the flame
Of sunset in the western sky,
It must be here, “The pastures green,”
The “waters still” where I may lie
In peace and safety while the night
Folds over me her sable screen.