They ran down the long slope of the moor, parted the reeds, and dived to meet their own reflections.
The water was most truly deep and cold.

They struck out, they swam to the middle of the pool, they turned upon their backs and looked up to the blue zenith, then, turning again, with strong arm strokes they sent the wave over each other.

They rounded the pool under the twisted willows, beside the shaking reeds; they swam across and across.
Alexander looked at the sun that was deep in the western quarter.
"Time to be out and going!" He swam to the edge of the pool, but before he should draw himself out stopped to look up at a willow above him, the one that he thought he might, in the mist, have taken for the kelpie's daughter.

It was of a height that, seen at a little distance, might even a tall woman.

It put out two broken, shortened branches like arms....