Here you will find the Poem By the Pool of the Third Rosses of poet Arthur Symons
I heard the sighing of the reed In the grey pool in the green land, The sea-wind in the long reeds sighing Between the green hill and the sand. I heard the sighing of the reeds Day after day, night after night; I heard the whirring wild ducks flying, I saw the sea-gull's wheeling flight. I heard the sighing of the reeds Night after night, day after day, And I forgot old age, and dying, And youth that loves, and love's decay. I heard the sighing of the reeds At noontide and at evening, And some old dream I had forgotten I seemed to be remembering. I hear the sighing of the reeds: Is it in vain, is it in vain That some old peace I had forgotten Is crying to come back again?