Fish and the Shadow
The salmon-trout drifts in the stream,
The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the stream
Like a little wafer of light.
The salmon moves in the sun-shot, bright shallow sea. . . .
As light as the shadow of the fish
that falls through the water,
She came into the large room by the stair,
Yawning a little she came with the sleep still upon her.
"I am just from bed. The sleep is still in my eyes.
"Come. I have had a long dream."
And I: "That wood?
And two springs have passed us."