Speak Not - Whisper Not; Here Bloweth Thyme And Bergamot; Softly On The Evening Hour, Secret Herbs Their Spices Shower. Dark-Spiked Rosemary And Myrrh, Lean-Stalked, Purple Lavender; Hides Within Her Bosom, Too, All Her Sorrows, Bitter Rue. Breathe Not - Trespass Not; Of This Green And Darkling Spot, Latticed From The Moon'S Beams, Perchance A Distant Dreamer Dreams; Perchance Upon Its Darkening Air, The Unseen Ghosts Of Children Fare, Faintly Swinging, Sway And Sweep, Like Lovely Sea-Flowers In Its Deep; While, Unmoved, To Watch And Ward, Amid Its Gloomed And Daisied Sward, Stands With Bowed And Dewy Head That One Little Leaden Lad.