Hidden Poem
A collection of unseen and foreseen poem.
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Robert Louis Stenenson
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We see you as we see a face
That trembles in a forest place
Upon the mirror of a pool
Forever quiet, clear and cool;
And in the wayward glass, appears
To hover between smiles and tears,
Elfin and human, airy and true,
And backed by the reflected blue.
~Collected Works of Robert Louis Stenenson
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