Here you will find the Poem The Secret Pool of poet Roderic Quinn
I KNOW a pool unknown to men, Whose green and shadowed secrecy I share alone with bird and tree, And there, when I am sick at heart And ill at ease, I draw apart To bathe, and live, and love again. All Summertide and all Spring through, In its charmed neighbourhood, the thrush And magpie, in the dying blush Of sunset and the green of dawn ? Now nigh, and now in aisles withdrawn ? Make melody, each day anew. And all night long the curious stars Through peepholes in its dome of leaves Peer down on it, while Silence weaves A lovely spell, a magic calm That soothes the soul like healing balm, And breathes a peace that nothing mars. Ah, sweet, indeed, it is to lave And lose oneself within the cool, Soft presence of that forest-pool, Whose sacramental peace is such That flesh and spirit, at its touch, The sleep of little children have.
