Who waste unseen, unknown,
In verdant veil how bashfully enwrap’d,
Ye shun the officious hand, the searchful sight,
With down-cast, pensive eye,
And ever-musing heads!
Ah! when I view your meek, your humble mien,
And all your highly breathing fragrance taste,
How bleeds my sad’ning soul,
For unprotected worth!
How bleeds so think that mortal excellence