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 I to row and you to steer, Gay must be Life's trip, my dear; You to steer and I to row, All is bright where'er we go.

A secret bower where we can hide In lustrous shadow lonely; The crystal floor may lap and glide To rock our dreaming only. I to row and you to steer, Gay must be Life's trip, my dear; You to steer and I to row, All is bright where'er we go.

I love this hardy exercise, This strenuous toil of boating: Our skiff beneath the willow lies Half stranded and half floating. As I lie, as I lie, Glimpses dazzle of the blue and burning sky; As you lean, as you lean, Faerie Princess of the secret faerie scene.