Weeping Willow (poem)
Was there aside a weeping willow tree
Which graced a field of flowers fraught with dew
Amid the dawn the bitter night now through
A maiden rests where straying eyes can’t see
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She wore the blessing of a youthful hue
Her hair was long and brown and flowed so free
Her face aglow in heaven meant to be
This flower’s beauty was a dream come true
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And by her flowed a pool of reddened dread
From heart that has forgotten how to beat
And eyes which saw this story come to close
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So there she sleeps upon her final bed
And what had brought an end to one so sweet
A legend only weeping willow knows