A Poet Reflects

Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.

—Robert Frost, from “For Once, Then, Something” in The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem (Henry Holt & Co., 1951)