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I	A
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I find my mind as it were a deep water	B
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Sometimes I play with a thought and hammer and bend it	C
Till tired and displeased with that I toss it away	D
Or absently let it slip to the yawning water	B
And down it sinks forgotten for many a day	D
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But a time comes when tide or tempest washes it	C
High on the beach and I find that shape of mine	E
Or I haul it out from the depths on some casual rope	F
Or passing over that spot in quiet shine	E
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I see where my boat's shadow makes deep the water	B
A patch of colour far down from the bottom apart	G
A wavering sign like the gleam from an ancient anchor	B
Brown fixing and fleeting flakes and I feel my heart	G
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Wake to a strange excitement so that I stop	H
Put up my paddles and dredge with a careful net	I
And I catch it and see it stir and feel its weight	J
And pull till it nears and breaks from the water wet	I
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And my eyes dwell on that old abandoned thing	K
Recovered by chance For the shape I had found so dull	L
Has crusted and changed in secrecy and silence	M
And its surface shines like a pearl most beautiful	L
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II	A
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In bed I lie and my thoughts come filing by	A
All forms and faces cheerful serene and sad	N
Some clear some mistily showing and fragmentary	O
Some altered in size or shape since last they were seen	P
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But O last you group of merry ones	Q
Lord knows when I saw you before but I met you once	M
The whole collection of you impudent eyed	R
And now rosy and grinning with linked arms	S
You go swingingly by turning your faces to mine	E
I laugh aloud you bad lots you are a secret	T
That nobody else knows	U
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And you it was that made me break the procession	V
While memory gave me still the power of summons	Q
And call up all I could of a half hour's thoughts	W
To parade them across this proscenium of my skull	L
In the order they came in more carefully recognising	K
The old and remarking which have developed or changed	X
And as for you you rogues I am almost certain	V
There are one or two more of you now than once there were	B
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Good bye Good bye Dance through the dark door	Y
In to the life that somewhere else you lead	Z
And one day I shall all unwittingly call	A2
Some word you know as a signal or you'll see	O
Someone else coming my way you'll suddenly follow	B2
And you'll appear again quite possibly	O
Bringing new friends who are sure to be just as bad	N
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III	A
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Into the pits of my heart and brain	C2
My eyes ears nose tongue fingers like five gardeners	D2
Are shovelling sights sounds odours savours contacts	E2
While I their master casually nod and most times	F2
Stand idly by looking at something else	G2
Forgetting that the work is going on	H2
And only fully conscious of my servants	I2
When something they move is consonant with my mood	J2
And draws my notice or some other thing	K
More strange than usual or stronger in its impact	K2
Makes them exclaim and call to bid me watch	L2
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And then in a ground of more than our dimensions	Q
Those quietly flowing cascades of things are hid	M2
They are buried in those illimitable fields	N2
And ever as they are swallowed by the earth	O2
The steady hours passing in procession	V
Walk over them and trample them well down	P2
Out of sight levelling all the soil	Q2
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Then some time my returning feet uncover them	R2
My slaves are all agog with recognition	V
Or else perhaps I come and idly dig	K
To see what thing I can find and out there comes	S2
Some old form buried twenty years ago	B2
Now called a memory	O
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Or marking well the place where one was put	T2
Find it and more drawn thither under the ground	U2
Tangled with others as flower roots with roots	V2
Into a new festoon or one old image	W2
Wearing others like gems And that's creation	V

John Collings Squire, Sir

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