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"Boy, lying

Where the long grass

Edges the pool's brim,

What do you watch

There in the water? The blue

Colour of Heaven

Mirrored, repeated? the brown

Tree-trunks and branches

Waveringly imaged? These,

Boy, do you watch?"

"Nay but mine eyes;

Nay but the trouble

Deep in mine eyes."

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