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Here stands the great tree still with broad bent head	A
And wide arms grown aweary yet outspread	A
With their old blessing But wan memory weaves	B
Strange garlands now amongst the darkening leaves	B
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
Beneath these glimmering arches Jessamine	D
Walked with her lover long ago and in	D
This moon made shade he questioned and she spoke	E
Then on them both love's rarer radiance broke	E
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
Sweet Jessamine we called her for she shone	F
Like blossoms that in sun and shade have grown	F
Gathering from each alike a perfect white	A
Whose rich bloom breaks opaque through darkest night	A
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
And for this sweetness Walt her lover sought	A
To win her wooed her here his heart full fraught	A
With fragrance of her being and gained his plea	G
So We will wed they said beneath this tree	G
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
Was it unfaith or faith more full to her	H
Made him for fame and fortune longing spur	H
Into the world Far from his home he sailed	A
And life paused while she watched joy vanish vailed	A
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
Oh better at the elm tree's sun browned feet	A
If he had been content to let life fleet	A
Its wonted way there rearing his small house	I
Mowing and milking lord of corn and cows	J
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
For as against a snarling sea one steers	K
Ever he battled with the beetling years	K
And ever Jessamine must watch and pine	L
Her vision bounded by the bleak sea line	L
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
At last she heard no more The neighbors said	A
That Walt had married faithless or was dead	A
Yet naught her trust could move the tryst she kept	A
Each night still 'neath this tree before she slept	A
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
So circling years went by and in her face	M
Slow melancholy wrought a tempered grace	M
Of early joy with sorrow's rich alloy	N
Refined rare no doom should e'er destroy	N
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
Sometimes at twilight when sweet Jessamine	D
Slow footed weary eyed passed by to win	D
The elm we smiled for pity of her and mused	A
On love that so could live with love refused	A
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
Nor none could hope for her But she had grown	F
Too high in love for hope and bloomed alone	F
Aloft in pure sincerity secure	O
For fortune's failures in her faith too sure	O
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
Oh well for Walt if he had known her soul	P
Discouraged on disaster's changeful shoal	P
Wrecking he rested starved on selfish pride	A
Long years nor would obey love's homeward tide	A
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
But bitterly repenting of his sin	D
Oh bitterly he learned to look within	D
Sweet Jessamine's clear depth when the past dead	A
Mocked him and wild waste years forever fled	A
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
Late late oh late beneath the tree stood two	Q
In awe and anguish wondering Is it true	Q
Two that were each most like to some wan wraith	R
Yet each on each looked with a living faith	R
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
Even to the tree top sang the wedding bell	P
Even to the tree top tolled the passing knell	P
Beneath it Walt and Jessamine were wed	A
Beneath it many a year she lieth dead	A
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C
	-
Here stands the great tree still But age has crept	A
Through every coil while Walt each night has kept	A
The tryst alone Hark with what windy might	A
The boughs chant o'er her grave their burial rite	A
And the moon hangs low in the elm	C

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