Song Unheard Though

- - Song unheard though - - Today the forest is Dressed in delicious blooms , blowing Sprightly for some gleeful errand, The news hast cometh from some thick inward roots, Spread with bosom friend above florid island. The spring is Swaying with semblance​ of boil, From bough to bough the song Complacence dawns, The hornets from bushy orbit descant Abel, The bees in humming Nosegay chant with Yawn. In the misty leisure of this null morn, My mind Teeming with pain for Strange Motive, restless to visit the blusterous bourn, Where the Legion of Sylvan beings Hymn made, Will I go and sing the song unuttered though, Petal that thrived in my self's shrine will show.