Part 2 — FERRY HINKSEY
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Beyond the ferry water That fast and silent flowed, She turned, she gazed a moment, Then took her onward road
Between the winding willows To a city white with spires; It seemed a path of pilgrims To the home of earth's desires.
Blue shade of golden branches Spread for her journeying, Till he that lingered lost her Among the leaves of Spring.
Laurence Binyon [1869—