Vision by Sweetwater
Go and ask Robin to bring the girls over
To Sweetwater, said my Aunt; and that was why
It was like a dream of ladies sweeping by
The willows, clouds, deep meadowgrass, and the river.
Robin's sisters and my Aunt's lily daughter
Laughed and talked, and tinkled light as wrens
If there were a little colony all hens
to go walking by the steep turn of Sweetwater.
Let them alone, dear Aunt, just for one minute.
Till I go fishing in the dark of my mind:
Where have I seen before, against the wind,
These bright virgins, robed and bare of bonnet,
Flowing with music of their strange quick tongue
And adventuring with delicate paces by the stream--
Myself a child, old suddenly at the scream
From one of the white throats which it hid among?
--John Crowe Ransom