Honeysuckle


The Wild Honey-Suckle by Philip Morin Freneau
(1st stanza)
Fair flower, that does so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
Untouched, thy honied blossoms blow,
Unseen, thy little branches greet;
...No roving foot shall crush thee here,
...No busy hand provoke a tear.

~ Philip Morin Freneau (1752-1832)

American Poet