What willow’s sinewy branch does cast,
A shadow O so dark and thick?
Across my spirit, across my soul,
It’s for my heart the bell does toll.
What segments of sun’s fiery light,
Do trickle ‘tween these burly boughs?
Beneath this tree I sit alone;
And for this moment call it home!
For ’till the hour my arms do drape-
about the shoulders of my love.
I’ll hearken as the drake;
Calls his mate at evening’s break;
And reflect upon these waters still!! …