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date: 1920-04-05

names-on-the-page: Mrs. Curran; Mrs. Boyce; Mr. Hickson; Dr. Robinson

transcription: April 5, 1920 - Page 3

Here she gave the following and after it was over, Mrs. Curran said
it was for Mrs. Boyce:

-The Pool-

Today beloved, I sit beside
A little pool, dark, shadowed,
Scarce shuttled with a sunny ray.
How may I dream dreams in such
A spot? How may I know me
In this reflection? This is not I,
This distorted little fancy with a sorry brow,
Whose lips sae mournful press.
This is not I!
Beside the pool in the shadowed spot
Secluded, how may I dream,
How may I sing, how may I loose
My lips of the thousand things
They'd speak?

Today I sit beside a little pool
A shadowed spot, scarce shuttled
Of sunlight. Yet in an ecstasy
I bend, waiting for the leaves
To part, for the wind to tear asunder
The bower o'erhead, letting the great sun
Splash in a golden spattering, flecking
The darksome sheen with magic light.

Today I sit beside
A little pool -- thy heart, beloved!

The talk turned to Mr. Hickson and one or two poems were read from the
record. Patience remarked:

"How sure is he, who sees another bear his woe,
how it should be confronted! How sure is he
who ne'er hath weared the breeks!"

We recalled how she had conversed about wisdom and learning when
Dr. Robinson was present before and Patience remarked:

"What a great goose wisdom be! Man hath sat since
the front day pluckin' o' her, and still she
squawketh and still there be more o' down!"

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