Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 27

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XXVII WINGED WORDS
As darting swallows skim across a pool, Whose tranquil depths reflect a tranquil sky,So, o'er the depths of silence, dark and cool,   Our winged words dart playfully,      And seldom break   The quiet surface of the lake,      As they flit by.

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