266 tOVE SHUT OUT OE THE FLOWEE GABDEN. 
Where yon wild rose flaunts her flowers, 
(Once its garlands bound my hair) 
Changed for me those sunny hours, 
Thou thy thorns hast planted there. 
Frailest woodbine, all untwined. 
Wanders here, forlorn and free ; 
Emblem of the maiden’s mind. 
Who has placed her trust in thee. 
How within my calm retreat. 
Could thy truant footsteps stray ? 
Bowed beneath thy breath’s control. 
Did my steadiest fence give way. 
Passion’s flowers are past and gone ; 
Still around one lovely spot. 
All her turquoise gems unchanged. 
Blooms the meek forget-me-not. 
Once beneath thy fickle power. 
Glowed the hour or gloomed the day; 
Now my chastened bosom owns 
Wisdom’s rule and Reason’s sway. 
