Up and down the people go

round  an island

on either side…

little breezes shiver 

willows whiten, aspens quiver

long fields clothe…

a skimming song 

gazing where the lillies blow 

       ‘Tis the fairy of Shallot
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( found poem from “The Lady of Shallot”..1842… by Alfred Lord Tennyson)