I will not try the reach again,
I will not set my sail alone,
To moor a boat bereft of men
At Yarnton's tiny docks of stone.
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A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds.........an ode so nice!
A great extract of 'Dedicatory Ode'. Liked the following soft sweet lines the most, 'The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes'