Poem Appreciation: 第九讲一第十讲 1. The Wild Honey Suckle(P29 The Wild Honey Suckle Philip Freneau Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent. dull retreat Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, Unseen thy little branches greet No roving foot shall crush thee here, No busy hand provoke a tear By Nature' s self in whitearrayed She bade thee shun the vulgar eye And planted here he guardian shade, And sent soft waters murmuring by Thus quietly thy summer goes Thy days declining to repose1 Poem Appreciation: 第九讲—第十讲 1. The Wild Honey Suckle (P29) The Wild Honey Suckle Philip Freneau Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent, dull retreat, Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, Unseen thy little branches greet: No roving foot shall crush thee here, No busy hand provoke a tear. By Nature's self in whitearrayed, She bade thee shun the vulgar eye, And planted here he guardian shade, And sent soft waters murmuring by; Thus quietly thy summer goes, Thy days declining to repose