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- THE COLLAR-BONE OF A HARE
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- WOULD I could cast a sad on the water
- Where many a king has gone
- And many a king's daughter,
- And alight at the comely trees and the lawn,
- The playing upon pipes and the dancing,
- And learn that the best thing is
- To change my loves while dancing
- And pay but a kiss for a kiss.
- I would find by the edge of that water
- The collar-bone of a hare
- Worn thin by the lapping of water,
- And pierce it through with a gimlet, and stare
- At the old bitter world where they marry in churches,
- And laugh over the untroubled water
- At all who marry in churches,
- Through the white thin bone of a hare.
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