Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.


Collected Shorter Poems, 1930-1944 (ed. London, Faber, 1950)


Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.