Herbs and Apples

I give you this, the bitter and the sweet. It holds my heart, can you not hear it beat? So poor a gift to put within your hand-- Apples and Herbs!--but you will understand.

Ah, we weary so with kisses, Weary so with your caresses, As the hooded hawk returning To its tinkling bells and jesses, So we flutter to the prison Of your arms, in meek surren...