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Down by the glassy pool
Sand and water meet,
There’s a little wooden stool,
Marks of little feet.

When the broth was in the bowl,
Mother called to-day;
Mother called and no one came,
Someone was away.

Then there came a little boy,
Whose broth was very cool,
Stuttering in wonderment,
“The sky is in the pool!”

And mother wept, because the clear
Depths of all pool-skies,
The soul’s wonder, the heart’s fear,