Untitled Poem II

Sweet subtle nature, thou hast wept to know
That from thy leaves another beauty sprung,
And with gentle steps has she wrought undone
Thy loved embrace and its caressing glow.
She bears a grace no mortal man could tame
And lulls with song the over-wretched heart.
Despite thy years, thou never could obtain
Such loveliness within thy brittle darts.
Thou art still good, and in thy goodness give,
But now she walks beside your crooked thorn;
Embroider green her path, and learn to live
Around with her, as from thou was she born.
Thou art the bud, and now hast thy flower
Bloomed in her with all thy sovereign power.