The pool glitters, the fishes leap in the sun With joyous fins, and dive in the pool again; I see the corn in sheaves, and the harvestmen, And the cows coming down to the water one by one. Dragon-flies mailed in lapis and malachite Flash through the bending reeds and blaze on the pool; Sea-ward, where trees cluster, the shadow is cool; I hear a singing, where the sea is, out of sight; It is noontide, and the fishes leap in the pool.