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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523138" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dead-Maid's-Pool</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh water, water-water deep and still,<br>In this hollow of the hill,<br>Thou helenge well o'er which the long reeds lean,<br>Here a stream and there a stream,<br>And thou so still, between,<br>Thro' thy coloured dream,<br>Thro' the drownèd face<br>Of this lone leafy place,<br>Down, down, so deep and chill,<br>I see the pebbles gleam!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ash-tree, ash-tree,<br>Bending o'er the well,<br>Why there thou bendest,<br>Kind hearts can tell.<br>'Tis that the pool is deep,<br>'Tis that-a single leap,<br>And the pool closes:<br>And in the solitude<br>Of this wild mountain wood,<br>None, none, would hear her cry,<br>From this bank where she stood<br>To that peak in the sky<br>Where the cloud dozes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ash-tree, ash-tree,<br>That art so sweet and good,<br>If any creeping thing<br>Among the summer games in the wild roses<br>Fall from its airy swing,<br>(While all its pigmy kind<br>Watch from some imminent rose-leaf half uncurled)-<br>I know thou hast it full in mind<br>(While yet the drowning minim lives,<br>And blots the shining water where it strives),<br>To touch it with a finger soft and kind,<br>As when the gentle sun, ere day is hot,<br>Feels for a little shadow in a grot,<br>And gives it to the shades behind the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And oh! if some poor fool<br>Should seek the fatal pool,<br>Thine arms-ah, yes! I know<br>For this thou watchest days, and months, and years,<br>For this dost bend beside<br>The lone and lorn well-side,<br>The guardian angel of the doom below,<br>Content if, once an age, thy helping hand<br>May lift repentant madness to the land:<br>Content to hear the cry<br>Of living love from lips that would have died:<br>To seem awhile endowed<br>With all thy limbs did save,<br>And in that voice they drew out of the grave,<br>To feel thy dumb desire for once released aloud,<br>And all thy muffled century<br>Repaid in one wild hour of sobs, and smiles, and tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Aye, aye, I envy thee,<br>Pitiful ash-tree!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Water, water-water deep and still,<br>In the hollow of the hill,<br>Water, water, well I wot,<br>Thro' the weary hours,<br>Well I wot thee lying there,<br>As fair as false, as false as fair.<br>The crows they fly o'er,<br>The small birds flit about,<br>The stream it ripples in, the stream it ripples out,<br>But what eye ever knew<br>A rinkle wimple thee?<br>And what eye shall see<br>A rinkle wimple thee<br>Evermore?<br>Thro' thy gauds and mocks,<br>All thy thin enchantment thro'-<br>The green delusion of thy bowers,<br>The cold flush of thy feignèd flowers,<br>All the treacherous state<br>Of fair things small and great,<br>That are and are not,<br>Well I wot thee shining there,<br>As fair as false, as false as fair.<br>Thro' the liquid rocks,<br>Thro' the watery trees,<br>Thro' the grass that never grew,<br>Thro' a face God never made,<br>Thro' the frequent gain and loss<br>Of the cold cold shine and shade,<br>Thro' the subtle fern and moss,<br>Thro' the humless, hiveless bees,<br>Round the ghosts of buds asleep,<br>Thro' the disembodied rose,<br>Waving, waving in the deep,<br>Where never wind blows,<br>I look down, and see far down,<br>In clear depths that do nothing hide,<br>Green in green, and brown in brown,<br>The long fish turn and glide!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ash-tree, ash-tree,<br>Bending o'er the water-<br>Ash-tree, ash-tree,<br>Hadst thou a daughter?<br>Ash-tree, ash-tree, let me draw near,<br>Ash-tree, ash-tree, a word in thine ear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thou art wizen and white, ash-tree;<br>Other trees have gone on,<br>Have gathered and grown,<br>Have bourgeoned and borne:<br>Thou hast wasted and worn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thy knots are all eyes;<br>Every knot a dumb eye,<br>That has seen a sight<br>And heard a cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thy leaves are dry:<br>The summer has not gone by,<br>But they're withered and dead,<br>Like locks round a head<br>That is bald with a secret sin,<br>That is scorched by a hell within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thy skin<br>Is withered and wan,<br>Like a guilty man:<br>It was thin,<br>Aye, silken and thin,<br>It is houghed<br>And ploughed,<br>Like a murderer's skin.<br>Thou hast no shoots nor wands,<br>All thy arms turn to the deep,<br>All thy twigs are crooked,<br>Twined and twisted,<br>Fingered and fisted,<br>Like one who had looked<br>On wringing hands<br>'Till his hands were wrung in his sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Pardon my doubt of thee,<br>What is this<br>In the very groove<br>Of thy right arm?<br>There is not a snake<br>So yellow and red,<br>There is not a toad<br>So sappy and dread!<br>It doth not move,<br>It doth not hiss-<br>Ash-tree-for God's sake-<br>Hast thou known<br>What hath not been said<br>And the summer sun<br>Cannot keep it warm,<br>And the living wood<br>Cannot shut it down!<br>And it grows out of thee<br>And will be told,<br>Bloody as blood,<br>And yellow as gold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ash-tree, ash-tree,<br>That once wert so green!<br>Ash-tree, ash-tree!<br>What hast thou seen?<br>Was I a mother-nay or aye?<br>Am I childless-aye nor nay?<br>Ash-tree, ash-tree,<br>Bending o'er the water!<br>Ash-tree, ash-tree,<br>Give me my daughter!<br>Curse the water,<br>Curse thee,<br>Ash-tree,<br>Bending o'er the water!<br>Leaf on the tree,<br>Flower on the stem,<br>Curse thee,<br>And curse them!<br>Trunk and shoot,<br>Herb and weed,<br>Bud and fruit,<br>Blossom and seed,<br>Above and below,<br>About and about,<br>Inside and out,<br>Grown and to grow,<br>Curse you all,<br>Great and small,<br>That cannot give back my daughter!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But if there were any,<br>Among so many,<br>Any small thing that did lie sweet for her,<br>Any newt or marish-worm that, shrinking<br>Under the pillow of the water weed,<br>Left her a cleaner bed,<br>Any least leaves that fell with little plashes,<br>And sinking, sinking,<br>Sank soft and slow, and settled on her lashes,<br>And did what was so meet for her,<br>Them I do not curse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>See, see up the glen,<br>The evening sun agen!<br>It falls upon the water,<br>It falls upon the grass,<br>Thro' the birches, thro' the firs,<br>Thro' the alders, catching gold,<br>Thro' the bracken and the brier,<br>Goes the evening fire<br>To the bush-linnet's nest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There between us and the west,<br>Dost thou see the angels pass?<br>Thro' the air, with streaming hair,<br>The golden angels pass?<br>Hold, hold! for mercy, hold!<br>I know thee! ah, I know thee!<br>I know thou wilt not pass me so-<br>The gray old woman is ready to go.<br>Call me to thee, call me to thee,<br>My daughter! oh, my daughter!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Thompson+Dobell">Sydney Thompson Dobell</a><div class=q>
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In this hollow of the hill,
Thou helenge well o'er which the long reeds lean,
Here a stream and there a stream,
And thou so still, between,
Thro' thy coloured dream,
Thro' the drownèd face
Of this lone leafy ..."></div>
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