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WHISPER by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: CLOSE CLEAVING UNTO SILENCE, INTO SOUND
Last Line: LEST SUDDENLY SHE LOSE HER SISTER'S HAND.
CLOSE cleaving unto Silence, into sound
She ventures as a timorous child from land,
Still glancing, at each wary step, around,
Lest suddenly she lose her sister's hand.



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