Chattering
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Chattering
Chattering
Chattering
The
Waters
Wild
From
Crag
To
Crag
Their
Cool
Shocks
Bring
Yet
White
And
Solid
Shine
The
\rocks
In
The
Face
Of
The
High
Raised
Moon
And
Of
The
Quiet
Of
The
ValesBelow
Said the Monsignor:
‘The waters do not
Speak
Where be their tongue?
The waters do not
Speak'
Replied an Owl:
‘Sir, waters speaks
Different
So you their perfumes
Do not scent
Much less
Their meaning'
And all fell silent.
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