The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
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The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes.

Gracefully, gracefully glides our bark
On the bosom of Father Thames,
And before her bows the wavelets read more

Gracefully, gracefully glides our bark
On the bosom of Father Thames,
And before her bows the wavelets dark
Break into a thousand gems.

And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.

And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat.

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat.

Like the watermen that row one way and look another.

Like the watermen that row one way and look another.

Learn of the little nautilus to sail,
Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.

Learn of the little nautilus to sail,
Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.

Like the watermen who advance forward while they look backward.

Like the watermen who advance forward while they look backward.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell read more

But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.

On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.