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English poem

I

by (1881–1907)

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As down I bent with eager lips Above the stones and cresses cool-- The yellow tent, the little moon, I found within my twilight pool.

The fringing trees, the floating moon, The bubble tent--I passed them by, And sipped a tiny, shattered star, Deep drinking from that mirrored sky.