I saw her white face as she took the plunge;
I could not follow her, although I tried.
The silver bubbles circled to the brink,
And then the water parted:
With dream-white face my little sister rose
Dripping from that dark pool, and took the hands
Outstretched to meet her.
I may not speak to her of all she’s seen;
She may not speak to me of all she knows,
Because her words mean nothing: