Foliage: Various Poems

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0029" id="link2H_4_0029"> </SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> HIDDEN LOVE </h2> <p>The bird of Fortune sings when free,<br/> But captured, soon grows dumb; and we,<br/> To hear his fast declining powers,<br/> Must soon forget that he is ours.<br/> So, when I win that maid, no doubt<br/> Love soon will seem to be half out;<br/> Like blighted leaves drooped to the ground,<br/> Whose roots are still untouched and sound,<br/> So will our love's root still be strong<br/> When others think the leaves go wrong.<br/> Though we may quarrel, 'twill not prove<br/> That she and I are less in love;<br/> The parrot, though he mocked the dove,<br/> Died when she died, and proved his love.<br/> When merry springtime comes, we hear<br/> How all things into love must stir;<br/> How birds would rather sing than eat,<br/> How joyful sheep would rather bleat:<br/> And daffodils nod heads of gold,<br/> And dance in April's sparkling cold.<br/> So in our early love did we<br/> Dance much and skip, and laugh with glee:<br/> But let none think our love is flown<br/> If, when we're married, little's shown:<br/> E'en though our lips be dumb of song,<br/> Our hearts can still be singing strong.<br/></p> <p><br/><br/></p> <hr /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />