The Broken Assignation

The willows by the Eastern Gate
Are deep in sheltering leaves.
You said " Before the night grows late, "
— There's twittering in the eaves.

The willows by the Eastern Gate
All night in shadow are.
You said " Before the night grows late, "
— There shines the morning star.
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