Now on the mirroring
And unbelievable stream,
For songs like the flickering
Of minnows or a moonbeam
Shattered against this surface
In the swift impact of light-
I fling my delicate meshes,
I ponder and wait for the slight
Catches of dreaming, dreaming.
But who is this eerie being,
Scaled with stars and bright,
This enigma gleaming,
In my far-flung meshes caught
And drawing the boatman under
The unfurled dark? I know not;
I sink with him in wonder.
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