Melancholy. Weeping-Willow
WEEPING-WILLOW .
How vain the task to wake my lyre
To rapture's thrill, with passion's fire,
While sorrow o'er my heart -strings plays,
With trembling touch, her saddest lays!
How vain the task to wake my lyre
To rapture's thrill, with passion's fire,
While sorrow o'er my heart -strings plays,
With trembling touch, her saddest lays!
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