The poem is taken from the back of a business card advertising a Haunted Tour of Savannah.
The poem reads: There's an old, old legend, that's whispered by southern folks about the lacy Spanish moss that garlands the great oaks: A lovely princess and her love, upon their wedding day, were struck down by a savage foe amidst a bitter fray; United in death they were buried, so the legends go - 'Neath an oak's strong, friendly arms, protected from their foe; There, as was the custom, they cut the bride's long hair with love and hung its shining blackness on the spreading oak above; Untouched, undisturbed it hung there, for all the world to see and with years the locks turned gray and spread from tree to tree.
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