FORSAKEN LOVER. 
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- WEEPING WILLOW. 
Salix. 
Language FORSAKEN LOVER. 
'Tis said ! the bitter word has passed 
Lips sealed, till now, with maiiy a kiss ; 
Farewell, farewell ! one Ifirst and last 
For there's no second pang like this. 
Farewell ! I never thought the word 
Should thus be spoken, till that hour 
When life's best pulse, still thine, adored, 
In my last look confessed thy power. 
Farewell ! music, sad, but sweet, 
When thus 'tis uttered, whence thy spell? 
Love, Pride, Regret, and Passion meet, 
To make it thrill. Farewell, farewell ! 
Many a swan-like song to thee 
Hath been sung, thou gentle tree ! '' 
Many a lute its last lament 
Down thy moonlight stream hath sent, 
Willow, sighing willow ! 
Therefore wave and murmur on ; 
Sigh for sweet affections gone, 
And for tuneful voices fled, 
And for love whose heart hath bled, 
Ever, willow, willow ! 
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