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A DEEP Pool lay within a forest dark. No grass grew on its brim, No sun, no swallow knew the place; it was Vacant and drear and dim.

Thither, one day, a gem-bright Kingfisher O, as the blue seas bright! Swept, with a flash that waked the swooning air, And smote the dark to light.

And the sad Pool rejoiced, and said: “At last Comes lightly to my breast The natural lord of its unrifled deeps,— And O, the glorious Guest!