Noon

The brook flowed through a bending arch of leaves-- Flowed through an arch of leaves into the sun; But all was shadow where it left my feet-- A shade with netted ripples overrun, A brook that flowed in coolness to the sun.

Beyond the arch of shadow color lay-- Vivid to narrowed eyelids, fiercely bright, And bright the happy water slipped away In gleaming pools and broken lines of light.