“The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.”
"Secret Love"
Poems Chiefly from Manuscript
Context: I hid my love in field and town
Till een the breeze would knock me down,
The bees seemed singing ballads oer,
The fly's bass turned a lion's roar;
And even silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all the summer long;
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.