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Willow! in thy breezy moan, I can hear a deeper tone; Thro' thy leaves come whispering low Faint sweet sounds of long ago. Willow, sighing Willow!

Many a mournful tale of old Heart-sick love to thee hath told, Gathering from thy golden bough Leaves to cool his burning brow. Willow, sighing Willow!