or else out of too much learning become mad

are you, are you coming to the tree
where they strung up a man they say murdered three?
strange things did happen here -
no stranger would it be
if we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

are you, are you coming to the tree
where the dead man called out for his love to flee?
strange things did happen here -
no stranger would it be
if we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

are you, are you coming to the tree
where i told you to run, so we’d both be free?
strange things did happen here -
no stranger would it be
if we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

are you, are you coming to the tree
wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me?
strange things did happen here -
no stranger would it be
if we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

(Source: la-chapeliere-folle.deviantart.com)

She, as her carol sadder grew,
    From brow and bosom slowly down
Through rosy taper fingers drew
    Her streaming curls of deepest brown
To left and right, and made appear
    Still-lighted in a secret shrine,
    Her melancholy eyes divine,
The home of woe without a tear…

Till all the crimson changed, and past
    Into deep orange o’er the sea,
Low on her knees herself she cast,
    Before Our Lady murmured she;
Complaining, ‘Mother, give me grace
    To help me of my weary load.’
    And on the liquid mirror glowed
The clear perfection of her face.

(Source: dan-mumford.com, via nevver)