WEEPING WILLOW
The light willow weeping
Like some maiden in tears,
Thus tenderly keeping
A heart beating with fears.
Like some maiden in tears,
Thus tenderly keeping
A heart beating with fears.
So gently she stands,
So slenderly tall,
Well dressed by deft hands,—
Her debut at ball.
So slenderly tall,
Well dressed by deft hands,—
Her debut at ball.
All garbed in soft drapery
Of gown, softest silk;
All flowing in tapery,—
Her flesh, whitest milk.
Of gown, softest silk;
All flowing in tapery,—
Her flesh, whitest milk.
Soft hair in lightest coil
On nape of fair neck,
Clinging curls that so foil
The brush cannot check.
On nape of fair neck,
Clinging curls that so foil
The brush cannot check.
Then covering it all,
Light, graceful to curve,
A long fringed, silk shawl,
Her flesh to preserve.
Light, graceful to curve,
A long fringed, silk shawl,
Her flesh to preserve.
This fragile young maiden,
Of delicate mould,
In youth heavy ladened
With favors untold.
Of delicate mould,
In youth heavy ladened
With favors untold.
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