WHAT are the Willows whispering in a row,
Nodding their old heads o’er the river’s edge?
What does the West wind whisper to the sedge
And to the shame-faced purples drooping low?
Why sobs the water, in its broken flow
Lapping against the grey weir’s ruined ledge?
And, in the thorny shelter of the hedge,
What bird unloads his heart of woe?
Green Avon’s haunted! Look, from yonder bank
The willow leans, that hath not ceased to weep,
Whence, hanging garlands, fair Ophelia sank;
Since Jacques moped here the trees have had a tongue;
And all these streams and whispering willows keep
The moan of Desdemona’s dying song.
(Mathilde Blind)
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