Classic Poem

Fruit-LADEN breath on maiden's lips;
Effluence that from safran drips,
Odour of vines in early May,
Fragrance that comes from new-mown hay.
Earth steaming wet with summer showers.
Nard which from rosy chaplets pours,
Myrtle and amber, eastern scents,
Fires glowing pale with frankincense —
As sweet as all of these your kiss —
So grudge me not my fill of bliss.