" WHAT has fallen into my heart?"
Said the pool.
(It was the sky.)
" Blue it is, and very cool,
Blue and brave and beautiful;
And never a ripple waving from it
Makes me sigh."

" What has fallen into my heart?"
Came again.
(It was the stars.)
" Purple followed the blue, and then
Softly — though I knew not when —
Twinklings of gold, dropping silently
Through night's bars."