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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;
Call his mate at evening’s break;
And reflect upon these waters still!! …