April hast it, thus love springths;
For, whatever nature has to offer,–
Perfume! Flower crushed to suffer,
Vow! beauty’s oozes man bringths.
Tryst further; driplets for love draught,
Sprinkles the petals sacrificed on body fairer,
Which lusty lips lick from the bearer,
Ha! Tasty tongue now sought
The beauty which eyes once praised.
And the love processor from nature
Eyes many more bounties on offer:
New names for beauties bruised,–
Transformations new for the love cure:
More love licks from the graved door.
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