Plucking the Rushes

( A BOY AND GIRL ARE SENT TO GATHER RUSHES FOR THATCHING )

Green rushes with red shoots,
Long leaves bending to the wind—
You and I in the same boat
Plucking rushes at the Five Lakes.
We started at dawn from the orchid-island:
We rested under the elms till noon.
You and I plucking rushes
Had not plucked a handful when night came!
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