Down in the dark water
Where the quick mill-race flows,
Something hidden rises,
Something hidden goes.Rising, it flashes whitely.
Going, it sinks below.
You cannot recognise it.
You see the water flow
Quickly under the mill-race,
Race down and reach the pond.
Whatever you have seen there
Goes on and out, beyond
Your vision and your knowledge,
Untethered to one place.
It glints, and hints, and teases,
And shows you your own face
Peering below the sluice-gate,
Watching the mill-race fall
Forever and forever,
With not a word at all
Of what you saw - or fancied
You saw - rise up and sink
One moment in the water,
The next over the brink.
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