  AZURE of sky and silver of cloud In the deep dark water show, Amber of field and emerald of wood That were pictured long ago. Here, as of old, the beauty above, And its shadow there below; Why was their message jubilant then, And their meaning now but woe? Nay, not the same, O fool, as of yore! These be other leaves that grow, Other the harvests, other the waves; Other the breezes that blow. Sameness in sooth, but difference too; And a simple change I know, Within beholder, without in scene, It may alter meaning so! Shadow of her who looked down with me, In the depths so long ago— Were all your archness glimmering there, Would the picture breathe but woe? |
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