Classic Poem

Throwing a careless pebble in the lake
She saw the clear sky crumple and the hill
Waver and reel and all the sunlight spill
In swimming circles and the willows shake,
And watching said: You say love cannot die,
But there's a lovely world has had an end.
And when he laughed and said the sky would mend
She said: And that would be another sky.

And then: Oh, yes, the image will return
Being an image—yet the sky has tumbled
However bright the sky itself may burn—
That cannot fall you say? Her fingers fumbled
Against his arm and in the touch he knew
Her heart had guessed the truth that was not true.