by Hugh McCulloch
HID my heart in a nest of roses
Far from the glare of the midsummer skies, —
There where the humble-bee drowsily dozes.
There where the perfumed breezes rise.
And I said : ''As long as the humming-bird flies
Ceaselessly over thee, O my heart,
From all the lures that the love-god tries.
Forever and ever secure thou art."
And safe it lay as a leaf that reposes
On the river's breast when the twilight dies ;
And still it was as a flower that grows is
As a lily that cool in the water lies.
And never a foe came there to surprise
The fortress wherein I hid my heart ;
And I said : ''Of mortals I am most wise :
Forever and ever secure thou art"
But the queen of the flowers in the garden-closes,
The maiden with mystical, wonderful eyes.
Whom a wall of scomfulness aye encloses,
Safe from all lover's prayers and sighs —
She for whom never a love may suffice
Out of its fortress drew my heart ;
And yet I say on, in braggart-wise,
*' Forever and ever secure thou art."
Last updated August 24, 2017