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A beautiful and greenwood bower The spreading branches made. The raindrops shine upon the bough, The passing rain—but where art thou?

But I forget how many showers Have wash'd this old oak tree, The winter and the summer hours, Since I stood here with thee: And I forget how chance a thought Thy memory to my heart has brought.

I talk of friends who once have wept, As if they still should weep; I speak of grief that long has slept, As if it could not sleep;