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SPRING WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING

First Line: HOW VERY DISTANT SHRILLS THE SLAUGHTER
Last Line: AND FOREST THINGS GROW FROLICSOME.
Subject(s): WATER;
How very distant shrills the slaughter
Of time when March hears falling water.
Obsidian pools in purple walls --
On them the falling water falls;
White sound struck out of a black drum:
And there beside the hemlock hole
A dryad dances with her soul
And forest things grow frolicsome.



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