The going of the glade-boat
Is like water flowing;
Like water flowing
Through the green saw-grass
Under the rainbows;
Under the rainbows
That are like birds,
Turning, bedizened,
While the wind still whistles
As kildeer do,
When they rise
At the red turban
Of the boatman.
Is like water flowing;
Like water flowing
Through the green saw-grass
Under the rainbows;
Under the rainbows
That are like birds,
Turning, bedizened,
While the wind still whistles
As kildeer do,
When they rise
At the red turban
Of the boatman.
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