Divine Adventure
At times a youth (so whispered legend tells),
Like Hylas, stoops to drink
By forest-hidden brink,
And fair hands draw him down to darkened wells;
Fair hands that hold him fast
With laughter at the last
Have power to draw him lightly down to be
In elfin chambers under the gray sea.
And I, O men of Earth, I too,
When dawn was at the dew,
Was drawn as Hylas downward and beheld
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