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To the Willow Tree

From The Birmingham Age Herald, May 24, 1914. By Robert Herrick.

Thou art to all lost love the best,
    The only true plant found,
Wherewith young men and maids distrest
    And left of love are crown’d.

When once the lover’s rose is dead,
    Or laid aside forlorn,
The willow garlands ‘bout the head
    Bedew’d with tears are worn.

When with neglect, the lover’s bane,
    Poor maids rewarded be
For their love lost, their only gain
    Is but a wreath from thee.

And underneath thy cooling shade,
    When weary of the light,
The love-spent youth and lovesick maid
    Come to weep out the night.

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