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. 
a 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. 
