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