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Once it was the colour of saying / Soaked my table the uglier side of a hill / With a capsized field where a school sat still / And a black and white patch of girls grew playing;
The gentle seaslides of saying I must undo / That all the charmingly drowned arise to cockcrow and kill.
When I whistled with mitching boys through a reservoir park / Where at night we stoned the cold and cuckoo / Lovers in the dirt of their leafy beds,
The shade of their trees was a word of many shades / And a lamp of lightning for the poor in the dark; / Now my saying shall be my undoing, / And every stone I wind off like a reel.