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The Pool :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: She chooses them As one to whom our language is quite strange, As children make queer words with lettered blocks Before they know the way


 * My little sister stood beside the pool—

I could not plunge in with her, though I tried.