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On the Willow-tree.
Thou art to all lost love the best,
The only true plant found,
Wherewith young men and maids distrest,
And left off love are crown'd.
The only true plant found,
Wherewith young men and maids distrest,
And left off love are crown'd.
When once the Lovers rose is dead,
Or laid aside forlorn,
Then willow-garlands about the head
Bedeau'd with tears are worn.
Or laid aside forlorn,
Then willow-garlands about the head
Bedeau'd with tears are worn.
When with neglect the Lovers bane
Poor maids rewarded be
For their love lost, their onely gain
Is but a wreath from thee.
Poor maids rewarded be
For their love lost, their onely gain
Is but a wreath from thee.
And underneath thy cooling shade
When weary of the light,
The love-spent youth, and love-sick maid
Come to weep out the night.
When weary of the light,
The love-spent youth, and love-sick maid
Come to weep out the night.
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