English poem
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All; yet enough to bid each tongue Lie in abeyance still. They talked, themselves among, Of themselves, to themselves: I saw the mouths at play, The gesture that enforced, the eye that strove to say The same thing as the voice, and seldom gained its point --That this was so, I saw; but all seemed out of joint I' the vocal medium 'twixt the world and me. I gained Knowledge by notice, not by giving ear,--attained To truth by what men seemed, not said: to me one glance Was worth whole histories of noisy utterance, --At least, to me in dream.