Robert Laurence Binyon

Ferry Hinksey

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.
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