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Sweep of water, swan-still,
widens its wild calm. Wings
reflected, flat and forked, pause
and float. Faded thistles froth.
Sun-starched meadow stretches
pinned with horses, herons, hawthorn
shading shale beaches. Shadows
scud across the sky and scrub.
Reflections frill and flutter in a gleam
of whispering water, white and green,
gloaming, gleaming. Purpling grey
clouds catch the lime; a kite
hovers higher than human eyes
can bear. The sun slants on stone
which human hopes heaped up, before
collegesí and castlesí spires clasped
the air, and women walked the wild
secret silence, smiling there.
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