Spring Pools

Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)

from West-running Brook


Poem

THESE pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shive;
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods--
Let them think twice before they use their powers,
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.

2017-4