Up and down the people go
round an island
on either side…
little breezes shiver
willows whiten, aspens quiver
long fields clothe…
a skimming song
gazing where the lillies blow
‘Tis the fairy of Shallot
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( found poem from “The Lady of Shallot”..1842… by Alfred Lord Tennyson)