The waters mild
Pass
To-night
With little motion
They yearn for Time
To stop
Yet Time obliges
But in part only
Stops here by a castle
There by a ford
There by a scented garden
There by a soil-damp meadow
Yet
As on wings now fast
Now less in flight
He passes; passes on and
Waters
Gleam twilight-silver nearly
As the waters in the dusk
Mixed with moon.
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