Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Once again sweet Willow wave thee

Once again, sweet Willow, wave thee!        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspWhy stays my Love? Bend, and in yon streamlet—lave thee!        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspWhy stays my Love? Oft have I at evening straying, Stood, thy branches long surveying, Graceful in the light breeze playing,—        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspWhy stays my Love?