And on a little mound I stood,

With eager arms outstretched,

That, over my cold body,

The first warm golden beams

Of his life-giving light might fall.

And thus, awhile, I stood.

In radiant adoration tranced,

Until I caught the call of waters;

And, running downwards to the stream,

That plunged into a darkling pool,

Where, in the rock was scooped a wide, deep basin;

Upon the glassy brink,

A moment, I hung, shivering,

And gazing down through deeps of lucent shadow;

And then I leapt headlong,

And felt the cloven waters

Closing, icy-cold, above me,

And, again, with sobbing breath,

Battled to the light and air:

And I ran into the sunshine,

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