I can’t say just how we began it—
In a blush, or a smile, or a sigh;
Fate took but an instant to plan it;
It needs but a moment to die.
Yet—remember that first conversation,
When the flowers you had dropped at your feet
I restored. The familiar quotation
Was—“Sweets to the sweet.”
Oh, their delicate perfume has haunted
My senses a whole season through.