THE WILLOW TREES.
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When boughs so thickly interlaced would scarce admit a breeze,
To whisper of their loveliness—those weeping willow trees!
To whisper of their loveliness—those weeping willow trees!
Those two old weeping willows that look'd so sadly down,
As if they mourned a brilliant gem, stolen from the earth's fair crown;
Their slender branches dipping in the clear, transparent wave,
And scattering all the drops around, as if 'twere tears they gave.
As if they mourned a brilliant gem, stolen from the earth's fair crown;
Their slender branches dipping in the clear, transparent wave,
And scattering all the drops around, as if 'twere tears they gave.
I see them now, as I have seen, in many a day gone by,
Ere memory hid them in her heart, 'mongst treasured things to lie,
When life first found me on its shore, a thing of light and love,
With dear Virginia's soil beneath, Virginia's skies above.
Ere memory hid them in her heart, 'mongst treasured things to lie,
When life first found me on its shore, a thing of light and love,
With dear Virginia's soil beneath, Virginia's skies above.
I see them, and that gray old house that stood so meekly there,
Where an aged couple dwelt, whose brows were furrow'd o'er with care,
With a lovely grandchild by their side, whose bright and laughing eyes
Lit their declining years, as lights the sun the evening sky.
Where an aged couple dwelt, whose brows were furrow'd o'er with care,
With a lovely grandchild by their side, whose bright and laughing eyes
Lit their declining years, as lights the sun the evening sky.
