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But one was a well of cool, deep water, and looking suddenly in, one day, I saw the stars. BUT ONE WAS A WELL OF COOL DEEP WATER AND LOOKING SUDDENLY IN ONE DAY I SAW THE STARS
almost morose; people seemed to me so blind and unreasonable. They did the wrong thing. They called green, yellow; and black, white. Young men said of a girl, 'What a lovely, simple creature!' I looked, and there was only a glistening wisp of straw, dry and hollow. Or they said, 'What a cold, proud beauty!' I looked, and lo! a Madonna, whose heart held the world. Or they said, 'What a wild, giddy girl!' and I saw a glancing, dancing mountain stream, pure as the virgin snows whence it flowed, singing through sun and shade, over pearls and gold dust, slipping along unstained by weed or rain, or heavy foot of cattle, touching the flowers with a dewy kiss,--a beam of grace, a happy song, a line of light, in the dim and troubled landscape. "My grandmother sent me to school, but I looked at the master, and saw that he was a smooth round ferule, or an improper noun, or a vulgar fraction, and refused to obey him. Or he was a piece of string, a rag, a willow-wand, and I had a contemptuous pity.  YET OF WHICH THEY KNEW NOTHING I GREW COLD AND HARD ALMOST MOROSE PEOPLE SEEMED TO ME SO BLIND AND UNREASONABLE THEY DID THE WRONG THING THEY CALLED GREEN YELLOW AND BLACK WHITE YOUNG MEN SAID OF A GIRL WHAT A LOVELY SIMPLE CREATURE I LOOKED AND THERE WAS ONLY A GLISTENING WISP OF STRAW DRY AND HOLLOW OR THEY SAID WHAT A COLD PROUD BEAUTY I LOOKED AND LO A MADONNA WHOSE HEART HELD THE WORLD OR THEY SAID WHAT A WILD GIDDY GIRL AND I SAW A GLANCING DANCING MOUNTAIN STREAM PURE AS THE VIRGIN SNOWS WHENCE IT FLOWED SINGING THROUGH SUN AND SHADE OVER PEARLS AND GOLD DUST SLIPPING ALONG UNSTAINED BY WEED OR RAIN OR HEAVY FOOT OF CATTLE TOUCHING THE FLOWERS WITH A DEWY KISS A BEAM OF GRACE A HAPPY SONG A LINE OF LIGHT IN THE DIM AND TROUBLED LANDSCAPE MY GRANDMOTHER SENT ME TO SCHOOL BUT I LOOKED AT THE MASTER AND SAW THAT HE WAS A SMOOTH ROUND FERULE OR AN IMPROPER NOUN OR A VULGAR FRACTION AND REFUSED TO OBEY HIM OR HE WAS A PIECE OF STRING A RAG A WILLOW WAND AND I HAD A CONTEMPTUOUS PITY
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