The fountains smoke, and yet no flames they show Stars shine all night, though undiscerned by day And trees do spring, yet are not seen to grow And shadows move, although they seem to stay In Winter's woe is buried Summer's bliss And Love loves most where love most secret is The stillest streams descry the greatest deep The clearest sky is subject to a shower Conceit's most sweet, whereas it seems to sleep And fairest days do in the morning lower The silent groves, sweet nymphs they cannot miss For Love loves most where love most secret is The rarest jewels hidden virtue yield The sweet of traffic is a secret gain The year once old doth show a barren field And plants seem dead, and yet they spring again Cupid is blind, the reason why is this Love loveth most when love most secret is