XCVI

WHAT mystery pervades a well!

   The water lives so far,

Like neighbor from another world

   Residing in a jar.

 

The grass does not appear afraid;

   I often wonder he

Can stand so close and look so bold

   At what is dread to me.

 

Related somehow they may be,—

   The sedge stands next the sea,

Where he is floorless, yet of fear

   No evidence gives he.

 

But nature is a stranger yet;

   The ones that cite her most

Have never passed her haunted house,

   Nor simplified her ghost.

 

To pity those that know her not

   Is helped by the regret

That those who know her, know her less

   The nearer her they get.