Classic Poem

Fly , Sweet, from flower to flower,
And take thy fill of pleasure
From out the chalice treasure,
The golden honey mart.

Drink, Sweet, the happy flower
Awaits thy coming, flinging
Its petals wide, and swinging
In joyousness of heart.

Stay, Sweet, though other flowers
Their fairest blossom show thee,
I, only I, can know thee
The Psyche that thou art!