stems of the snipe-grass came the sharp scolding of the wren. The river was moving rapidly, its surface smooth and dark; then from the other side came a girl’s laughter; there were stepping-stones,
like lopped-off columns; the water swirled, but I stepped out, fearlessly; and I walked a while, on water; I thought about the resurrected Christ, his hand reaching. I did not doubt a moment, my whole heart singing. I reached shore:
and saw her,
woman-child, girl-child, child ageless yet a child, there on the other shore. She stood, dressed in snow-glistening white, as though for first communion, as though a bride;
stood radiant, as if the sunlight shone from her, and she was
(oh my God!) beautiful, and I was stunned and could not cry to her; her features flawless, her form grace-filled, she smiled towards me,
my precious girl, still slight, still small, in majesty;
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