Snow white bark and wind-whipped boughs,
dancing locks across her brow.
There upon her grass grown perch,
stands my long and beautied birch.
Beneath her deep and deepened gaze
I spend my sad and gladdened days.
Glad to climb her branches all,
sad to cast the slightest pall;
Just to tarnish slight her bark,
shade its white to nightly dark.
Just to one her slim branch bend
would to my knees in sorrow send.
So I'll leave your blossomed perch,
if you'll be gladdened, beautiful birch.
Give me leave this very hour,
I'll swift depart your shaded bower.
Or if you ask of me today,
despite my flaws to truly stay,
I'd spend my days within your boughs,
my kiss, my tears, upon your brow.
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