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Hugo's "Pool In The Forest"

By Eugene Field

Topics: classic

How calm, how beauteous and how cool--     How like a sister to the skies,     Appears the broad, transparent pool     That in this quiet forest lies.     The sunshine ripples on its face,     And from the world around, above,     It hath caught down the nameless grace     Of such reflections as we love.     But deep below its surface crawl     The reptile horrors of the night--     The dragons, lizards, serpents--all     The hideous brood that hate the light;     Through poison fern and slimy weed     And under ragged, jagged stones     They scuttle, or, in ghoulish greed,     They lap a dead man's bleaching bones.     And as, O pool, thou dost cajole     With seemings that beguile us well,     So doeth many a human soul     That teemeth with the lusts of hell.

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Eugene Field (1850–1895) was an American writer and poet known as the "children's poet." His poems "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" and "Little Boy Blue" are cherished classics of American children's literature.

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