Thou art to all lost love the best, <br />The only true plant found, <br />Wherewith young men and maids distrest <br />And left of love, are crown'd. <br /> <br />When once the lover's rose is dead <br />Or laid aside forlorn, <br />Then willow-garlands, 'bout the head, <br />Bedew'd with tears, are worn. <br /> <br />When with neglect, the lover's bane, <br />Poor maids rewarded be, <br />For their love lost their only gain <br />Is but a wreath from thee. <br /> <br />And underneath thy cooling shade, <br />When weary of the light, <br />The love-spent youth, and love-sick maid, <br />Come to weep out the night.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-willow-tree/
