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Almond, wild almond,

Give counsel to me,

And hush thy fierce lover

The wind in the tree!

Along the night pasture

I’ve come through the dew

To tell thee, wild almond,

The old songs are true!

I too have a lover. . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

O had he entreated

I could have said nay,

But he, he says nothing,

And then goes away!

Ah, loves he for ever?

And loves me alone?

These things that men say not

How can they be known?

He may, but he may not—

And I would be free:—

Now play not, now sway not,

Thou little black tree,

Almond, wild almond,

Give counsel to me!

Herbert Trench.