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Budging the
sluggard ripples of the Somme,
A barge round old
Cerisy slowly slewed.
Softly her engines down the
current screwed
And chuckled in her, with contented
hum.
Till fairy tinklings struck their croonings
dumb,
The waters rumpling at the stern subdued.
The lock-gate took her bulging amplitude
Gently from
out the gurgling lock she swum.
One reading by
that sunset raised his eyes
To watch her lessening
westward quietly,
Till, as she neared the bend, her
funnel screamed.
And that long lamentation made him
wise
How unto Avalon, in agony,
Kings passed
in the dark barge, which Merlin dreamed
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