Periodical Reflections
…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.
But now at depth,
Submerged beneath,
Its floa…
…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. But now at depth, Submerged beneath, Its floa…