Love's language-flirts, inhaling
For florid walks, inflated
Have we not all been?
Sped through of the bee's heightened
Influence, Spring- keen.
Heart-swelled and looser tongued!
Exotic turned, as far off
That daily norm's beat
Stiff worded, street's wintry tact
Twould shock for its heat.
Botanic gardens
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