The Willow Song

Willow! in thy breezy moan,

I can hear a deeper tone;

Through thy leaves come whispering low

Faint sweet sounds of long ago.

Willow, sighing willow!

Many a mournful tale of old

Heart-sick love to thee hath told,

Gathering from thy golden bough

Leaves to cool his burning brow.

Willow, sighing willow!

Many a swan-like song to thee

Hath been sung, thou gentle tree!

Many a lute its last lament

Down thy moonlight stream hath sent:

Willow, sighing willow!

Therefore, wave and murmur on!

Sigh for sweet affections gone,

And for tuneful voices fled,

And for love, whose heart hath bled,

Ever, willow, willow!