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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHANNES AGRICOLA IN MEDITATION by ROBERT BROWNING MARIA WENTWORTH by THOMAS CAREW MILTON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BABY-HOUSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MODERN MOSES, OR 'MY POLICY' MAN by JAMES MADISON BELL A DREAM AND A SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE TO HIS EXCELLENCY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |