Here, by this pool, where herons stand and wait,
In quietness I cannot imitate:
Where Dawn and Sunset fling with reckless hand
A bounty that I cannot understand
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A temple tank with the solitude dotted by the herons photographed and the silence captured, stored in for recollection forms the basis of the poem, the substance and verve of i
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A temple tank with the solitude dotted by the herons photographed and the silence captured, stored in for recollection forms the basis of the poem, the substance and verve of i