The Lake
by John Banister Tabb
I am a lonely woodland lake:
The trees that round me grow,
The glimpse of heaven above me, make
The sum of all I know.
The mirror of their dreams to be
Alike in shade and shine,
To clasp in Love's captivity,
And keep them one -- is mine.
Source:
PoemsCopyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston