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COLD TO BOSOM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE

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First Line: THERE'S A DARK TREE AND A SAD TREE
Last Line: WHERE THE LOCKS LAY OF HER LOVER.
There's a dark tree and a sad tree,
Where sweet Alice waits, unheeded,
For her lover long-time absent,
Plucking rushes by the river.

Let the bird sing, let the buck sport,
Let the sun sink to his setting;
Not one star that stands in darkness
Shines upon her absent lover.

But his stone lies 'neath the dark tree,
Cold to bosom, deaf to weeping;
And 'tis gathering moss she touches,
Where the locks lay of her lover.



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