The Boughs of the Willow
O willow boughs that sway and bend,
Your whispers weave through set of sun,
Each gentle sway, a lover’s friend,
A verse of love, while day is done.

With every tear the sky lets fall,
You cradle dreams in branches long,
A balm for hearts that hear the call,
Your calming shade, a line of song.

In shadows deep, the world retreats,
And nature breathes, exhaling peace,
Within your arms, each worry beats
A rhythm slow, a sweet release.

So let me rest beneath your grace,
O willow, in your love abide,
For in your beauty’s warm embrace,
Shall every fear and sorrow hide.

• Richard Crashaw