
| WHERE the minnows trace | |
| A glinting web quick hid in the gloom of the brook, | |
| When I think of the place | |
| And remember the small lad lying intent to look | |
| Through the shadowy face | 5 |
| At the little fish thread-threading the watery nook— | |
| It seems to me | |
| The woman you are should be nixie, there is a pool | |
| Where we ought to be. | |
| You undine-clear and pearly, soullessly cool | 10 |
| And waterly | |
| The pool for my limbs to fathom, my soul’s last school. | |
| Narcissus | |
| Ventured so long ago in the deeps of reflection. | |
| Illyssus | 15 |
| Broke the bounds and beyond!—Dim recollection | |
| Of fishes | |
| Soundlessly moving in heaven’s other direction! | |
| Be | |
| Undine towards the waters, moving back; | 20 |
| For me | |
| A pool! Put off the soul you’ve got, oh lack | |
| Your human self immortal; take the watery track. |
D.H. Lawrence

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