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THE POOL AND THE KINGFISHER
“Now my perpetual pall of murky days
What secret Sun will line!
Now all my shadows shall with light be sped,
Or, lingering, learn to shine.
“And ye, charged Clouds, ye shall but gladden me
Now, with your rainbow rain!”
—The Bird was flying to his nest, far off,
And never came again.
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