SHE took the oars and rowed along <br /> With such a grace, the mere did waken <br />Into a sweet, melodious song, <br /> At every charming stroke was taken. <br /> <br />And at each sound, the hills around, <br /> By many a magic memory haunted, <br />And skies did seem with joy to gleam <br /> Within the mere, her strokes enchanted.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fair-flower/
