They are the angels of that watery world,
With so much knowledge that they just aspire
To move themselves on golden fins,
Or fill their paradise with fire
By darting suddenly from end to end.
Glowing a thousand centuries behind
In pools half-recollected of the mind,
Their large eyes stare and stare, but do not see
Beyond those curtains of Eternity.
These particular goldfish are moving themselves around a pool in the Pavilion Gardens in Buxton. At least I assume they are goldfish. Apologies to any carp experts out there if they are actually something altogether more exotic!
