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The Willow Wept
A meadow sweet was drenched in rain
When two young lovers gaily came,
To rest beneath a tree so high;
With branches reaching to the sky.
They lay beneath a Willow tree
To shelter for the night;
Forever wrapped in arms of grace,
They now are gone from sight.
For winds howled in the twilight
The sky was black as ink;
And wrapped into each others arms,
In sleep, the two did sink.
The lovers were near frozen
And the tree, it knew their plight;
So it wrapped its branches, sweeping low,
To warm them through the night.
The storm did blow with fury true
The Willow glanced below;
They lay, so still, entwined as one;
Their faces, white as snow.
The flurry of the midnight
Sang a sweet yet mournful song;
For a tree, so strong with branches proud
Now wept in sorrow, lowly bowed.
Winds of Morning,through its leaves
Plucked a few, in gentle breeze;
But weeping for the love of these
As the evening gently eased~
The Willow sweet,forever lowered
Branches, to their leafy bower;
Thus, forever from this hour
~ The Weeping Willow weeps ~
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