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Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs / Always wrong to the light, so never seeing / Deeper down in the well than where the water / Gives me back in a shining surface picture / Me myself in the summer heaven godlike / Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, / I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture, / Through the picture, a something white, uncertain, / Something more of the depths -- and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple / Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom, / Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.