Riddle
There's a faint and fairy bridge,
Which none climbs and none touches;
No wave nor thunder may that breach,
Though water droplets let that clutch.
Thereunder people go to and fro,
They ford, still being dry and glad;
The vessels row and sail across,
Do fly the birds above the rain.
That bridge withstands the gale and storm,
The pass is free of any toll.
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