THERE is a willow grows beside a pool; <br />Its long gray branches sweep the marble rim; <br />And from those waters shadowy and cool, <br />The stars shine, large and dim. <br /> <br />From open valleys filled with little lakes <br />All through the night a hundred breezes blow, <br />All through the night the little willow makes <br />A whispering soft and low. <br /> <br />Here in the dusty street there are no trees <br />To whisper, and the sky is dark and gray, <br />And yet I see the stars, I feel the breeze, <br />So far, so far away.<br /><br />Alice Duer Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bread-and-butter-letter/
