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| DO you remember the dark pool at Nîmes, | |
| The pool that had no bottom? | |
| Shadowed by Druids ere the Romans came— | |
| Dark, still, with little bubbles rising | |
| So quietly level with its rim of stone | 5 |
| That one stood shuddering with the breathless fear | |
| Of one short step? | |
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| My little sister stood beside the pool | |
| As dark as that of Nîmes. | |
| I saw her white face as she took the plunge; | 10 |
| I could not follow her, although I tried. | |
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| The silver bubbles circled to the brink, | |
| And then the water parted: | |
| With dream-white face my little sister rose | |
| Dripping from that dark pool, and took the hands | 15 |
| Outstretched to meet her. | |
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| I may not speak to her of all she’s seen; | |
| She may not speak to me of all she knows, | |
| Because her words mean nothing: | |
| She chooses them | 20 |
| As one to whom our language is quite strange, | |
| As children make queer words with lettered blocks | |
| Before they know the way…. | |
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| My little sister stood beside the pool— | |
| I could not plunge in with her, though I tried. | 25 |
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