Water lilies line the pool
wherein the still waters, jewel-like, lie,
and herons stand, watching pass
this nymph before they decide to fly
on wings as white as is light in glass,
on wings that speak in tones as a sigh,
leaving the ripples and nymph to rule.
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oh, lovely! Beautiful, elegant and understated.