by: Karle Wilson Baker
- y life is like a little pool
- Left by the passing rain
- Beside the village thoroughfare
- Where every path is plain;
- A brown and useful little pool
- For childhood's dimpled glee,
- And thirsty dogs, and paddling ducks
- Who stir it mightily!
- (But oh, it is so still and blue, beside the evening street,
- When little, wary stars come down, to cool their twinkling feet!)
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|"The Rain-pool" is reprinted from Blue Smoke. Karle Wilson Baker. New Haven: Yale University Press, 1919.