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

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

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

"I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled…"

"And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruin'd wall."

"And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter, like favo…"

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

"When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the mead…"

"The entire way from Pila to Bhakra I came down a riverbed that had some running water and oleander flowers like peach…"

"Hot oleanders in a rosy vale Search’d by the lamping fly, whose little spark Went in and out, like passion’s bashful …"