Chattering Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Chattering
Chattering
Chattering
The
Waters
Wild
From
Crag
To
Crag
Their
Cool
Shocks
Bring
Yet
White
And
Solid
Shine
The
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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.