Lyrics To the Willow-Tree - Robert Herrick

Thou art to all lost love the best
The only true plant found
Where with young men and maids distrest
And left of love, are crown'd

When once the lover's rose is dead
Or laid aside forlorn
Then willow garlands 'bout the head
Bedew'd with tears are worn

When with neglect, the lover's bane
Poor maids rewarded be
For their love lost, their only gain
Is but a wreath from thee

And underneath thy cooling shade
When weary of the light
The love-spent youth and lovesick maid
Come to weep out the night