The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth With Sixteen Illustrations. By Philip Gilbert Hamerton |
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THE POOLS OF CLADICH. |
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THE POOLS OF CLADICH.
Below the bridge of Cladich are five pools,And each one overflows into the next,
And in the last and deepest of them all
I am a frequent guest. The timid trout
Must wonder what commotion there can be
When I invade their haunts with noisy plunge,
And a tall, gleaming figure—huge to them—
Moves godlike through their golden-lighted halls.
I like to tread the water of those pools—
Those deep, cairngorm-like pools—and see my limbs
Dilated and gigantic, sunbrowned, too,
Like tawny thews of Titans thrusting down
The deeps beneath my feet. I like to take
A heavy stone—the largest I can lift—
And walk down bravely with unflinching eyes,
Gazing around me in the mellow light
That fills the shades below, then drop the stone,
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For sight and sound alike are magnified
Below the waters. I have often thought
That the deep sea must be a noisy realm;
And when the mermen revel, shouting songs
Of merriment, their orgies must be heard
For leagues along its vast, unmeasured fields.
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