by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)

The willow tree
Language: English 
Oh, take me to your arms, love, for we, alas! must part;
Oh, take me to your arms, love, the pain is at my heart.
She hears me not, she cares not, but coldly keeps from me,
While here I lie, alone to die, beneath the willow tree.

My love has blooming beauty, my cheek is deadly wan;
My love has countless riches, my gallant fortunes’s gone.
This ribbon fair, that bound her hair, is all that’s left to me,
While here I lie, alone to die, beneath the willow tree.

I once had gold and silver I thought would never end:
I once had gold and silver, and I thought I had a friend:
My wealth is sped, my friend is fled and stol’n my love from me;
While here I lie, alone to die, beneath the willow tree.

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Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson

This text was added to the website: 2015-04-08
Line count: 12
Word count: 140