The pool glitters, the fishes leap in the sun 
With joyous fins, and dive in the pool again; 
I see the corn in sheaves, and the harvestmen, 
And the cows coming down to the water one by one. 
Dragon-flies mailed in lapis and malachite 
Flash through the bending reeds and blaze on the pool; 
Sea-ward, where trees cluster, the shadow is cool; 
I hear a singing, where the sea is, out of sight; 
It is noontide, and the fishes leap in the pool.