PPB: The Pool / Marjorie Pickthall

[George Dance]

The Pool, by Marjorie Pickthall

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 feather of froth.

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