The message from the hedge-leaves, Heed it, whoso thou art; Under lowly eaves Lives the happy heart. — John Vance Cheney Copy Share Image
The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives; Over and over To the lowly clover He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too). He will be lisping and pledging… — John Vance Cheney Copy Share Image
