Wild Swans — The Collar-Bone of a Hare
| Would I could cast a sail on the water |
| Where many a king has gone |
| And many a king’s daughter, |
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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. |
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| 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. |