She lazed there long by balustrades
above the whispering river run
where oars dipped down in winding water
gently rippling, gurgling, lapping
wild green banks of rush and willow.
Stretched beyond the straddling lanes
the luscious woods and gold-rich fields
where ragged shadows rose and fell
and birds sang out their heavenly song
in tune with nature’s harmony.
Her cherished view that radiant day
would charm a less receptive mind.