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A WHITE star born in the evening glow / Looked to the round green world below, / And saw a pool in a wooded place / That held like a jewel her mirrored face.
She said to the pool: "Oh, wondrous deep, / I love you, I give you my light to keep.
Oh, more profound than the moving sea / That never has shown myself to me! / Oh, fathomless as the sky is far, / Hold forever your tremulous star!"
But out of the woods as night grew cool / A brown pig came to the little pool; / It grunted and splashed and waded in / And the deepest place but reached its chin.
The water gurgled with tender glee / And the mud churned up in it turbidly.
The star grew pale and hid her face / In a bit of floating cloud like lace.