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POEMS. XIV.

A WELL

WHAT mystery pervades a well! The water lives so far, Like neighbor from another world Residing in a jar.

The grass does not appear afraid; I often wonder he Can stand so close and look so bold At what is dread to me.

Related somehow they may be, The sedge stands next the sea, Where he is floorless, yet of fear No evidence gives he.

But nature is a stranger yet; The ones that cite her most Have never passed her haunted house, Nor simplified her ghost.