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Everywhere there was the ripple and bubble of the lost rain seeking its stillness in the slow river water.

Rain fell till two o’clock, followed by showers and mist and watery sunlight.

like fingers lightly touching a hot iron.

Beauty is vapour from the pit of death.

These vivid images shrink into a rainbow of crushed colour, and set below the horizon of memory.

Like a dolphin in green seas, like an otter in the startled water.

to roam at will through all the far provinces of light.

and he gleamed like a shield of silver water.

Hovering the waters, striding the meadows.

Pandora lays the jewel beneath a walnut-tree.