The willow hymn (Yr helyg gân)

As I slept on the bank of a murmuring stream,

The moss-cover'd turf for my pillow,

A soft soothing melody rose in my dream,

And chaunted the praise of the willow.

"Oh willow! sweet willow! so lovely and green,

Let all sing the praise of the willow!"

I woke, but no mortal was nigh to be seen,

That chaunted the praise of the willow.

The nymph of the fountain, as gliding along

She led her smooth stream to the billow,

Or zephyr perhaps the wild branches among,

Might murmur the praise of the willow.

"Oh willow! sweet willow! so lovely and green,

"Let all sing the praise of the willow!"

And echo might join where she slumbers unseen

On banks that are border'd with willow!