Explore "Looking-Glass River" by Robert Louis Stevenson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Smooth it slides upon its travel, / Here a wimple, there a gleam -- / O the clean gravel! / O the smooth stream!
Sailing blossoms, silver fishes, / Paven pools as clear as air -- / How a child wishes / To live down there!
We can see our colored faces / Floating on the shaken pool / Down in cool places, / Dim and very cool;
Till a wind or water wrinkle, / Dipping marten, plumping trout, / Spreads in a twinkle / And blots all out.
See the rings pursue each other; / All below grows black as night, / Just as if mother / Had blown out the light!
Patience, children, just a minute -- / See the spreading circles die; / The stream and all in it / Will clear by-and-by.