Yellow Summer-throat

Yellow summer-throat sat singing
In a bending spray of willow tree.
Thin fine green-y lines on his throat,
The ruffled outside of his throat,
Trembled when he sang.
He kept saying the same thing;
The willow did not mind.

I knew what he said, I knew,
But how can I tell you?

I have to watch the willow bend in the wind.

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