Queen of Moons

“On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,

That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road runs by.

Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river”

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