I do believe the most of meFloats under water; and men seeAbove the wave a jagged smallMountain of ice, and that is all.Only the depths of other peaksMay know my substance when it speaks,And steadfast through the grinding jamRemain aware of what I am.Myself, I think, shall never knowHow far beneath the wave I go.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
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