To see a silver gleam And standing staring looked and tried To see beyond the stream. The clearest water sparkling pure, Below me stilled and calm; Its cooling, soothing, fooling lure, Seductive in its charm.
I saw a young man peering on With eyes that conquered all. But in a moment, he was gone ~ Uncanny, I recall. Beneath the surface he was there, A soul of twenty-four, Then vanished in the swell somewhere And left me by the shore.
Again, he came when it was staid And braved another glance. Had I his acquaintance made Long, by-go, by chance? He spoke and told me in a rhyme He yearned that he was me; Though musing swept me back in time ~ I longed that I was he.