Something like that was the strangeness with me.

Black rifts and whirlpools and dead tarns within me, opening up now and again, lifted as by a trembling of the earth, coming up from the past! Angers and broodings, and things seen in flashes--then all gone as the lightning goes, and the mind does not hold what was shown....

I became a man and it ceased.

Sometimes I know that in sleep or dream I have been beside a kelpie pool.

But I think the better part of me has drained them where they lay under open sky." He laughed, put his hands over his face for a moment, then, dropping them, whistled to the blackbirds aloft in the oak-tree.
"And now ?" "Now there is clean fire in me!" He turned to her; he drew himself nearer over the sward.