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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GREEN WILLOW, by ANONYMOUS First Line: The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree Last Line: "aye me, the green willow must be my garland" Subject(s): Willow Trees | |||
THE poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing willow, willow, willow! With his hand in his bosom, and his head upon his knee: O willow, willow, willow, willow, shall be my garland: Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow! Aye me, the green willow must be my garland. He sighed in his singing and made a great moan, Sing willow, willow, willow! I am dead to all pleasure, my true love she is gone; O willow, willow, willow, willow, shall be my garland: Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow! Aye me, the green willow must be my garland. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING PHEASANTS IN A CORNFIELD by ROBERT BLY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COLUMBUS CHENEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WILLOW SONG; FOR FRANCES HOROWITZ by ANNE STEVENSON LANDSCAPES (FOR CLEMENT R. WOOD) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WILLOW POEM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE WILLOWS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE PUSSY WILLOWS by ELIZABETH BRADY TREES IN AUTUMN by ANNE MILLAY BREMER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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