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Robert Laurence Binyon - My Boat Swings Out And Back
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My boat swings out and back,
 Moored among mint and rush.
 The river`s ruffled speed
 Laughs in the white wind`s track.
 My idle fingers crush
 A crinkled, scented reed.

 Who needs his fate provoke?
 A spirit in all things flows,
 And I with them flow too,
 Content to eye long boughs
 Of silvering willow stroke
 Slowly the summer blue.
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