Frederick Philip Grove
LANDSCAPES
(IM 16-28)

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e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007

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THE POOL[35] by Frederick Philip Grove From all sides sloped the glades to where I stood And gazed at their reflection in the pool: There slept the hills, inviolate and cool, Their summits circled by a dark-green wood. So clear and fine-drawn lay that image viewed-- Yes, lovelier almost than reality-- That I inclined to think it might well be[36] A world inverted but a world renewed. I thought of her[37] whose years I still relive And daily mirror in a[38] silent soul And backward trace to birth from death and goal-- And asked, "What else could living presence give? "Her[39] life was beauty; and that beauty must "Forever be since once it did exist "In me, her mirror, whether autumn mist "Creep up the hills or leaves fall down to dust. "And beauty, of soul and body, made this love "For her[40] spring in my heart, a magic flower "That cannot fade; whose scent[41] this very hour "Fills me as with a blessing from above!" But suddenly, from the valley's circling rim, Down ran a breath of wind o'er wood and grass. The image shivered into sherds of glass. Will thus[56] this mirror shiver or grow dim? In Memoriam 28