Periodical Reflections
…flections
Autumnal morn,
The vague Scotch mist,
That swathed the Temple's dyke,
Driven out by day's first warmth.
Poised still,
Mirror still again, unbroken surface,
Firm amidst the lotus float, perching.
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…flections Autumnal morn, The vague Scotch mist, That swathed the Temple's dyke, Driven out by day's first warmth. Poised still, Mirror still again, unbroken surface, Firm amidst the lotus float, perching. …