222 THE ENCHANTED PLANTS. 



" The genuine anguish of the heart, 

 Nor tears, nor sobs, nor groans impart 

 But like this deep and silent wave, 

 Steals without murmur to the grave. 



*' To him, who pines with grief sincere, 

 Like dreams of heavenly bliss appear, 

 The fancied evils you deplore " 

 She paused the Willow wept the more. 



FABLE V. 



CONTENTION. 



A CHESTNUT-TREE laden with bloom, 



A Laburnum with boughs dropping gold, 



A Hyacinth breathing perfume, 

 .One Spring morning proceeded to scold. 



The cause of the quarrel averred, 

 Was a doubt in an ill-fated hour, 



Which for beauty, by man is preferred, 

 The Tree, or the Shrub, or the Flower. 



