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The rushes on the marsh are green,
And in the wind they bend.
I saw a woman walking there,
Near daylight's end.


On the black water of the marsh,
The lotus buds swim white.
I saw her standing by the verge
At fall of night.


All the long night I lie awake,
And sleep I cannot find.
I saw her slim as any rush
Sway in the wind.


I shut my eyes and see again
The whiteness of her throat,
On the black water of the night
Like lotus float.