Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Song: ‘The feathers of the willow’Richard Watson Dixon (1833–1900)
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Are half of them grown yellow
Above the swelling stream;
And ragged are the bushes,
And rusty now the rushes,
And wild the clouded gleam.
His stalks begin to moulder,
His head is white as snow;
The branches all are barer,
The linnet’s song is rarer,
The robin pipeth low.