Neath Willow Shade

In the silent grassy hollow
Where echoes find their sleep.
A idle brook is babbling
In a winding dreamy creek.
There stands a weeping willow
beside  a stately pine
Way beneath its hanging branches
Sleeps the love I once called mine.

Here the summer sunshine’s always cooler
and the moons glow cast a shade.
For I only can see the twilight
by the place where she is laid.
Summer wind, it whispers secrets
of promises once made.

Misty raindrops fall like tears
Lamenting all lost and lonely years.
The wailing willow branches
swaying low to kiss her grave
Kissing gently the granite headstone
With each tender passing wave.

Forget me not’s catch dewdrops.
In blue eyes like a grieving tear.
Whilst lilies of the valley watch them
Like a host of angels near.

In a high eternal dwelling
Where the days are always light.
Where no loss or sadness enters
Where exist no death or night.

There in its illuminated glory
We will renew our love divine
Me and the sleeper beneath the willow.
In the shade of a stately pine