There, by the starlit fences,The wanderer halts and hearsMy soul that lingers sighingAbout the glimmering weirs.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.William Butler Yeats
The signal-elm, that looks on Ilsley downs, The Vale, the three lone weirs, the youthful Thames. 33Matthew Arnold
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