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THE FLORAL
WATER-LILY.
A realm of pleasance, many a mound, And many a shadow-chequered lawn Full of the city’s stilly sound.
Tennyson.
A broad canalFrom the main river sluiced, where all The sloping of the moonlit sward Is damask work, and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown, which creep Adown to where the waters sleep; A goodly place!
Tennyson.
