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| THERE, little swimmer—that was a good, game fight. | |
| If you’d gone down again ….. but all’s well now— | |
| The shore is close now, scarce a quarter-mile, | |
| And we’ll be drinking tea before you know it. | |
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| Slow work, girlie, it does seem slow, I know— | 5 |
| But that’s no matter, so we’re moving in. | |
| The wind, I think, is holding us back a little. | |
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| Odd that there isn’t anyone in sight! | |
| It seems we’ll have to make it by ourselves. | |
| We must keep moving in. My arm, my arm— | 10 |
| It’s all right now, I see it’s moving yet, | |
But I can’t feel it. Strange …
This wind …
The water | |
| Is fishy—did you notice that? It smells. | |
| And then it pulls, keeps pulling, pulling ….. Cold. | |
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| No, dear, that’s not the way we go, not down. | 15 |
| That was a strange idea, to go down. | |
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| Still, curly-head, it seems quite simple, too: | |
| You always had uncommon notions, dear, | |
| And figured out such strange adventures always. | |
| This new idea may be very fine; | 20 |
| It may be even wild enough for you, | |
| My little wild one. For there will be caves— | |
| You’ll pick us out a little wonder-cave | |
| With golden portals—golden as your hair. | |
| It will be very cozy, with four rooms— | 25 |
| And always the clear cool water—you and I | |
| Will find weird flowers in strange and secret gardens— | |
You and I—
Yes—you are always right— | |
| We’ll go—my love—we’ll go adventuring— | |
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