XIV
A Well
What mystery pervades a well!The water lives so far,Like neighbor from another worldResiding in a jar.
The grass does not appear afraid;I often wonder heCan stand so close and look so boldAt what is dread to me.
Related somehow they may be,—The sedge stands next the sea,Where he is floorless, yet of fearNo evidence gives he.
But nature is a stranger yet;The ones that cite her mostHave never passed her haunted house,Nor simplified her ghost.
To pity those that know her notIs helped by the regretThat those who know her, know her lessThe nearer her they get.