Look at that cypress with its branches drooping, <br />in it woe and lament are trooping; <br />Its foliage is painted a yellow melancholy, <br />Its spirits are trying to whisper something holy; <br />Its burden is not at all light, <br />in it dwells a penitent sprite; <br />to express her sins in tears, <br />so that no one but God hears!<br /><br />koyel mitra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sad-cypress/
