Soon, in this leafy ambush set,
Love bade my soul look forth and let
Sight wonder at its might or will.
Then saw I those that wandered still
Lost in the green and covert ways,
And all the secret of the maze.
How there, as folks distraught, misled,
Sought lovers for their lover, who fled
Far from them, or, unwitting, past
The prisoning hedge that shut them fast: