wood is cold, and dank, and green;
The trunks stand close in
A crookéd moon through a creeping screen
Of night-fog rots in the
The pool is thick, and dead, and green;
bubbles gleam the roots below;
To feed the slimy growths between
The slimy roots the ooze
My feet can find no standing-place,
The monstrous trunk my arms
the roots upon my face
I fall, and pray my soul
And one came by, and bare a load—
An unstrange form—to where
Into the pool he cast his load:
to it," he said, and went away.
The thick scum closed; the body slid
Beneath the roots to where
And rose face up: I fain had hid
My eyes; their lids forgot
fain my hands had hid my face,
But could not quit their
Close to my face its loathly face
Uprose, and back its swathings
Its dead eyes woke and with mine met
at that I wept.
My tears fell big and fast, and set
More foulness forth the
scum had kept.
And more I wept more foul it grew;
All else grew black, and
my heart dropped down.
had lain there for an age, I knew,
And must lie there till
the body sank down.
Then One came by to where I lay;
He had heard my tears and
come to me.
He had heard my tears (for I could not pray),
pitied me, and had come to me.
He touched the body, and it sank down
Beyond my sight, though
the pool was clear;
And the space above was a sapphire crown
Upon their heads, for the
trees to wear.
stood me up upon my feet,
And the trunks were dry
and my hands were clean;
The breath of laughing leaves was sweet:
And he left me in this pleasant