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when we were elvin

and sat in willows

did braid their golden chains in our hair

and played y’pon the willows’ wisps

and drew on cold-warm zephyrs fair

 

we drifted on these silken airs

and watched the sunny settling low

could feel the touch of brawer times

when wind’s breaths chillten blow

 

and in our bowers

midst flaxen tress

did watch the tumbling of the gold

and played y’pon the willows’ wisps

against the coming of the cold

 

o willow! Love, if you could stay

engoldened thus behind the snows

I would too y’pon your bough

brave winter’s slowing touch

 

instead will find a feathering perch

and ride me thence to different mounts

on boughs of whom will drift and dream

of willow’s golden

leafy

bream