'Boy, lying
Where the long grass
Edges the pool's brim,
What do you watch
There in the water? The blue
Colour of Heaven
Mirrored, repeated? the brown
Tree-trunks and branches
Waveringly imaged? These,
Boy, do you watch?'
'Nay but mine eyes;
Nay but the trouble
Deep in mine eyes'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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