Lake As Trysting Place
Calmness, and its slow drift
Of peaceful hours.
Lakelet borne, boated herein.
Far which sky lours.
Day, oar-dropped, but guided of
Hand, passional
Willow-cooled, waves us onward.
Fate's consentual.
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