![]() ![]() ![]() Does a thought in thee still as a thorn's wound smart? Does the fang still fret thee of hope deferred? What bids the lips of thy sleep dispart? Only the song of a secret bird. Lie still, I said, for the wind's wing closes, And mild leaves muffle the keen sun's dart Lie still, for the wind on the warm seas dozes, And the wind is unquieter yet than thou art. Why would it sleep not? why should it start, When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred? What made sleep flutter his wings and part? Only the song of a secret bird. I hid my heart in a nest of roses, Out of the sun's way, hidden apart In a softer bed than the soft white snow's is, Under the roses I hid my heart.
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