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Robert Laurence Binyon - Ferry Hinksey
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Beyond the ferry water
 That fast and silent flowed,
 She turned, she gazed a moment,
 Then took her onward road

 Between the winding willows
 To a city white with spires:
 It seemed a path of pilgrims
 To the home of earth`s desires.

 Blue shade of golden branches
 Spread for her journeying,
 Till he that lingered lost her
 Among the leaves of Spring.
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