Quotes About Willow-trees

The tall grass waves o'er lowly graves, The golden sunshine floods the meadows, And in the breeze the willow-trees, That guard the tomb of Eloise, Wave to and fro, with flickering shadows.

O'ER THE WOOD'S BROW   O'er the wood's brow,    Pale, the moon stares; In every bough    Wandering airs Faintly suspire. . . .   O heart's-desire!   Two willow-trees    Waver and weep, One in the breeze,    One in the deep Glass of the stream. . . .   Dream we our dream!   An infinite    Resignedness Rains where the white    Mists opalesce In the moon-shower. . . .   Stay, perfect hour!