I only went to the Witch's pool 

 And looked in the water." 

 "Oh! my dove, my beautiful elf, 

 Was the water clear as heaven, 

 Did you weave a crown of flowers for yourself, 

 In the magic of even?" 

 "Oh! my mother, my honey mother, 

 The water was heaven-clear, 

 I wove a crown of marigolds.... 

 But why do you look so queer?" 

 "Oh! my girl, my pitiful girl, 

 Good-bye to your happy hours, 

 The Curse of the Pool is on you.... 

 Your ways are not ours." 

 

 

 The Roof of the World. 

 "Ere the first blush of morning's rose 

 Had reddened the eternal snows, 

 I plunged the pines among, 

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