Tennyson says:

tennyson

” Her kisses were
so close and kind,
That, trust me on my word,
Hard wood I am,
and wrinkled rind,
But yet my sap was stirr’d… “

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An Anonymous 19th Century Poem

love

Thou art a flower, dear heart, a fragrant flower
And I, the wandering, hair-clad, amorous bee.
’Mongst all the regal beauties of the bower,
I seek but thee.
I feel the ivory of thy petals fair
Brush lightly on my belly as I woo
And I would sting thee, if I did but dare,
So sweet you are.
I suck the honey from your dewy bowl
And drunken mad, with wild, delirious bliss,
Within your cup, I yield to you my soul
And drink your kiss….