from "A Ballad of Dreamland" by Algernon Swinburne. I hid my heart in a nest of roses, / Out of the sun’s way, hidden apart; / In a softer bed than the soft white snow’s is, / Under the roses I hid my heart. / Why would it sleep not? why should it start? / When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred? / What made sleep flutter his wings and part? / Only the song of the secret bird.