Drank in the fragrance as one drinks wine.
Then I said, “Sweet flower, this cooling shade
With the summer weather will dim and fade,
There’s a place in my heart—a cozy room—
Where you may nestle and grow and bloom.”
Thus I wooed the flower,
In this shady bower,
And lovers we were that self-same hour.
I carried it home, I pruned it with care,
I gave it the sun and the morning air.