Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Gunnersbury, London
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The Pool

Rating: 2.7

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.

Here in the night all wonders are,

Lapped in the lift of the ripple's swing,–
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