Honeysuckle

"I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle."

"A filbert-hedge with wild-briar overtwined, And clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind Upon their summer thrones."

"And stroke with listless hand The woodbine through the window, till at last I came to do it with a sort of love."

"And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripend by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter, like favorites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it."

"And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruind wall."

"And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown."

"Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine."

"I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet in quag-water; And by the thorns and by the wind The blossom that I took was thinnd, And yet I found it sweet and fair."