Vi. In The Wood

A place where Una might have fallen asleep Assured of quiet dreams, a place to make Sad eyes bright with strange tears; a little lake In the green heart of a wood; the crystal deep Of heaven so wide if there should chance to stray Into that stainless field some thin cloud-flake, When not a breeze the trance of noon dare break, About the middle it must melt away. Lilies upon the water in their leaves, Stirr’d by faint ripples that go curving on To little reedy coves; a stream that grieves To the fine grasses and wild flowers around; And we two in a golden silence bound, Not a line read of rich Endymion.