Classic Poem

Green, green,
The grass by the river-bank
Thick, thick,
The willow trees in the garden
Sad, sad,
The lady in the tower
White, white,
Sitting at the casement window
Fair, fair,
Her red-powdered face
Small, small,
She puts out her pale hand
Once she was a dancing-house girl,
Now she is a wandering man's wife
The wandering man went, but did not return.
It is hard alone to keep an empty bed.