<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pool</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">COME with me, follow me, swift as a moth,<br>Ere the wood-doves waken.<br>Lift the long leaves and look down, look down<br>Where the light is shaken,<br>Amber and brown,<br>On the woven ivory roots of the reed,<br>On a floating flower and a weft of weed<br>And a feather of froth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here in the night all wonders are,<br>Lapped in the lift of the ripple's swing,–<br>A silver shell and a shaken star,<br>And a white moth's wing.<br>Here the young moon when the mists unclose<br>Swims like the bud of a golden rose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would live like an elf where the wild grapes cling,<br>I would chase the thrush<br>From the red rose-berries.<br>All the day long I would laugh and swing<br>With the black choke-cherries. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would shake the bees from the milkweed blooms,<br>And cool, O cool,<br>Night after night I would leap in the pool,<br>And sleep with the fish in the roots of the rush.<br>Clear, O clear my dreams should be made<br>Of emerald light and amber shade,<br>Of silver shallows and golden glooms.<br>Sweet, O sweet my dreams should be<br>As the dark, sweet water enfolding me<br>Safe as a blind shell under the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marjorie+Lowry+Christie+Pickthall">Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454896" data-title="The Pool de Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall" data-description="COME with me, follow me, swift as a moth, Ere the wood-doves waken. Lift the long leaves and look down, look down Where the light is shaken, Amber and brown, On the woven ivory roots of the reed, On a floating flower and a weft of weed And a feath..."></div> </div> </div>

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