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,    
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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