But the sound of water escaping from mill-dams, &c., willows, old rotten planks, slimy posts, and brickwork, I love such things. Shakespeare could make everything poetical; he tells us of poor Tom's haunts among "sheep cotes and mills." As long as I do paint, I shall never cease to paint such places. They have always been my delight.
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealingWith the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.william cullen bryant
But for you, it shall be forever Spring, And only you shall be forever fearless, And only you shall have white, straight, tireless limbs, And only you, where the water lily swims, Shall walk along pathways, thro' the willows Of your West. You who went West, And only you on silvery twilight pillows Shall take your rest In the soft, sweet glooms Of twilight rooms.
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.