The Willow and the River The Willow with her new green tresses
to the River bends and dreams;
Softly she the waves caresses,a lovers touch under the beams
of moonlight's pale face divine
silently watching their communion.
They sigh together and align,
entwined in spring's sweet union
The creatures of the wood surround
their glorious embrace,
taking heed of nature crowned
in tree and water's grace.
All summer long the two will be
entwined as one within the grove,
that all who pass may perchance see
this lesson of perfect love.
The stream cajoling, leading on,
the willow gladly following by
immersing branches, none withdrawn,
attending to the river with a sigh.
Too soon the cold of winter days
will end this amorous affair;
the River clinging, icy, weighs
the Willow's branches bare.
to the River bends and dreams;
Softly she the waves caresses,a lovers touch under the beams
of moonlight's pale face divine
silently watching their communion.
They sigh together and align,
entwined in spring's sweet union
The creatures of the wood surround
their glorious embrace,
taking heed of nature crowned
in tree and water's grace.
All summer long the two will be
entwined as one within the grove,
that all who pass may perchance see
this lesson of perfect love.
The stream cajoling, leading on,
the willow gladly following by
immersing branches, none withdrawn,
attending to the river with a sigh.
Too soon the cold of winter days
will end this amorous affair;
the River clinging, icy, weighs
the Willow's branches bare.
