Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/The Susceptible Mind

by Lydia Sigourney

THE SUSCEPTIBLE MIND.

HAST thou seen the Mimosa within its soft cell,
    All shrinking and suffering stand,
And draw in its tendrils, and fold its young leaves,
    From the touch of the tenderest hand?

Hast thou seen the young Aspen that trembles and sighs,
    On the breath of the lingering wind?
Oh! these are but emblems, imperfect and faint,
    Of the shrinking and sensitive mind.