Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Three Friends

To walk with Nora is to walk
Beside a, shallow pool where lie
The passive sand and stone revealed
Beneath an unreflected sky.

To walk with Susan is to lean
Above deep water, willow-hung,
To watch the shifting sun and shade
In varied velvet, richly flung.

Yet when I walk at Mary's side
I always bend and drink my fill
From out a little bubbling spring
That runs in laughter down a hill.


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