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Lucy Maud Montgomery - The Wood Pool
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Here is a voice that soundeth low and far
  And lyric­voice of wind among the pines,
Where the untroubled, glimmering waters are,
  And sunlight seldom shines. 

Elusive shadows linger shyly here,
  And wood-flowers blow, like pale, sweet spirit-bloom, 
And white, slim birches whisper, mirrored clear
  In the pool`s lucent gloom. 

Here Pan might pipe, or wandering dryad kneel
  To view her loveliness beside the brim,
Or laughing wood-nymphs from the byways steal
  To dance around its rim. 

`Tis such a witching spot as might beseem
  A seeker for young friendship`s trysting place,
Or lover yielding to the immortal dream
  Of one beloved face.
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