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The Word of Water
The word of water spoke a wavy line To the Egyptians; we can also hear Variations from the strict linear In fall and faucet, pail and ice-pitcher. Whether in fountain or in porcelain It speaks a speech so crystal in its chime We never think to question this cold Transparent wanderer from the underworld About the dead,-whose resurrection fills More than half the earth uttering a word That no man living has interpreted.