Under The Willow-Shades

Under the willow-shades they were
Free from the eye-sight of the sun,
For no intrusing beam could there
Peep through to spy what things were done:
Thus sheltered they unseen did lie,
Surfeiting on each other's eye;
Defended by the willow-shades alone,
The sun's heat they defied and cooled their own.

Whilst they did embrace unspied,
The concious willow seemed to smile,
That them with privacy supplied,
Holding the door, as't were, the while;
And when their dallances were o'er,
The willows, to oblige them more,
Bowing, did seem to say, as they withdrew,
'We can supply you with a craddle too.'

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