The Comrades Poems Old & New: By William Canton |
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Winnie in the Pool
Pure woodland well! where starry nights
Sink down divinely doubled,
Where day by day soft coloured lights,
Soft shadows, dream untroubled;
Sink down divinely doubled,
Where day by day soft coloured lights,
Soft shadows, dream untroubled;
Cool—in our feverish world so cool!
So hushed amid our noises,
That even the throstle, in the pool,
Not sings but merely poises;
So hushed amid our noises,
That even the throstle, in the pool,
Not sings but merely poises;
Where life is all reversed, our low
Made high, our upper nether;
And beech boughs topsy-turvy grow,
And golden broom and heather;
Made high, our upper nether;
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And golden broom and heather;
And one sweet shadow, gay yet mute,
Glides coyly to the surface
When Winnie comes—meets foot with foot,
And lifts its face to her face.
Glides coyly to the surface
When Winnie comes—meets foot with foot,
And lifts its face to her face.
Strange fairy bather!—fugitive,
Fair semblance of existence!
I love to dream that thou dost live—
She gone—in some charmed distance;
Fair semblance of existence!
I love to dream that thou dost live—
She gone—in some charmed distance;
Dost live—aloof from hope and fear,
From human joy and dolour—
A spirit in a liquid sphere
Of silence and of colour;
From human joy and dolour—
A spirit in a liquid sphere
Of silence and of colour;
And peering sometimes from the brink
Dost make of earth a survey,
And sigh, “It is their world, I think,
Not mine that's topsy-turvy!”
Dost make of earth a survey,
And sigh, “It is their world, I think,
Not mine that's topsy-turvy!”
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