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 Believe each pleasant muttered vow She makes to thee, and see with ease Each promised heaven before thee now; I only think, if one of these Should fail thee—O thou wouldst need then To come away right far from men, And weep beneath the willow trees.

And, therefore, have I made this place, Where thou shouldst come on that hard day, Full of a sad and weary grace; For here the drear wind hath its way With grass, and flowers, and withered tree— As sorrow shall that day with thee, If it should happen as I say.

And, therefore, have I kept the ground, As 'twere quite holy, year by year; The great wind lowers to a sound Of sighing as it passes near; And seldom doth a man intrude Upon the hallowed solitude, And never but to shed a tear.