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A FOREST POOL
I passed by a pool in a wood,Its waters were still and black,
The winds of heaven touched it
And came with an odour back:
110
Of rotting and soddened leaves;
And I turned to the fields beyond,
With their promise of golden sheaves.
Summer passed: the fields were bare
And the corn was killed with blight,
And the landscape lay in gloom
In a burning and misty light.
I turned to the pool in the wood
From a world that was sad with scars,
For the lilies had blossomed there
And covered its face with stars.
They made it a gorgeous pool,
With radiance rich and rare;
And the rotting leaves had changed
Into visions of glory there.
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