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
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
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
Broke the
bounds and beyond! — Dim recollection
Of fishes
Soundlessly moving in heaven’s other
direction!
Be
Undine towards the waters, moving
back;
For
me
A pool! Put off
the soul you’ve got, oh lack
Your human self immortal; take the watery
track.