Calm water-bourne pleasurings.
Summer-hummed, punter's handled.
A slow boat!
Cradle-rocked tot's; of which to
Drowsy gloat!
Here, afar banked, dangled o'er
Of willow's own hair-moistened
Peering through
On its wake, rippleless felt
Drift off too.
Botanic gardens. Melb.
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