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 And I row, and I row; The blue floats above us as we go: And you steer, and you steer, Framed in gliding wood and water, O my dear.

I pull a long calm mile or two, Pull slowly, deftly feather: How sinful any work to do In this Italian weather! Yet I row, yet I row; The blue floats above us as we go: While you steer, while you steer, Framed in gliding wood and water, O my dear.

Those lovely breadths of lawn that sweep Adown in still green billows! And o'er the brim in fountains leap; Green fountains, weeping willows! And I row, and I row; The blue floats above us as we go: And you steer, and you steer, Framed in gliding wood and water, O my dear.

We push among the flags in flower, Beneath the branches tender, And we are in a faerie bower Of green and golden splendour.