As thro' the hedge-row shade the violet steals, <br />And the sweet air its modest leaf reveals; <br />Her softer charms, but by their influence known, <br />Surprise all hearts, and mould them to her own. <br /> <br />------------------------------------------------- <br /> <br />Caged in old woods, whose reverend echoes wake <br />When the hern screams along the distant lake, <br />Her little heart oft flutters to be free, <br />Oft sighs to turn the unrelenting key. <br />In vain! the nurse that rusted relic wears, <br />Nor moved by gold — nor to be moved by tears; <br />And terraced walls their black reflection throw <br />On the green mantled moat that sleeps below.<br /><br />Samuel Rogers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-character-7/
