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
The pool for my limbs to fathom, my soul’s last school.
Ventured so long ago in the deeps of reflection.
Broke the bounds and beyond! — Dim recollection
Soundlessly moving in heaven’s other direction!
Undine towards the waters, moving back;
A pool! Put off the soul you’ve got, oh lack
Your human self immortal; take the watery track!