scorri Sinuosalice su bassifondi e abissi!
Tom laughed to himself: ‘Maybe then I’ll go there.
I might go by other ways, but today I’ll row there.’
He shaved oars, patched his boat; from hidden creek he hauled her
through reed and sallow-brake, under leaning alder,
then down the river went, singing: ‘Silly-sallow,
Flow withy-willow-stream over deep and shallow!’