THE RAIN-POOL

by: Karle Wilson Baker (1878-1960)

      y life is like a little pool
      Left by the passing rain
      Beside the village thoroughfare
      Where every path is plain;

      A brown and useful little pool
      For childhood's dimpled glee,
      And thirsty dogs, and paddling ducks
      Who stir it mightily!

      (But oh, it is so still and blue, beside the evening street,
      When little, wary stars come down, to cool their twinkling feet!)

"The Rain-pool" is reprinted from Blue Smoke. Karle Wilson Baker. New Haven: Yale University Press, 1919.

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