~LAMP IN THE POOL,1895~ Rosamund Marriott Watson
THE LAMP IN THE POOL Far down in the deep, black water A golden lanthorn swings, Whose lustre widens and trembles As tremble the water rings. Above, on the purple twilight The moon in her glory shows, But still with a mellower splendour The lamp in the water glows. Like a love-lamp set in a window On a starless summer night, Steadfast it gleams and beckons, A jewel of amber light. 1 6 THE LAMP IN THE POOL Steadfast it points and beckons. And ever the self-same way, For it hangs at the gate of a palace That knows not the light of day. The great elms' leafy branches Lean over the water's brink, Where deep in their sheltering hollows The shadows in shadows sink. But the gold lamp in the water It glimmers and beckons bright, Like a love-lamp set in a window On a murky summer night. For him who would rise and follow Full smooth is the path, and straight, The way through the glistening water That leads to the palace gate. THE LAMP IN THE POOL 17 And he who shall cross the threshold No more shall he strive nor weep, Bemg come to the Tower of Silence, In the Valley of Endless Sleep.