Here we find Robert Harington in full lyrical flow, describing a rowing scene on a river. I would guess that the location must be the stretch of the Isis (or Thames) just south of Christ Church meadow, as this is the only meadow I know of that can reasonably be described as ‘solitary’ (CH).
Call me a sunstruck dingo, but could I be the ‘solitary’ reader to see naughty, naughty imagery here? ‘Not piercing yet parting’ — I ask you! Eh? Eh! (JHG).