Lavender.
Old Isaak Walton show’d his judgement clear
When he rejoiced that they were drawing near
“An honest ale-house,” and he knew that her
Who kept it was civil and clean, and that 5
The sheets in which they there that night would sleep
Would “smell of Lavender.” How they would creep
Between such sheets with gladness, and with what
Delight their tired limbs then would woo repose!
Of all the scents I know, none can excel 10
Thy fragrance Lavender! Fine is the smell
Of beans in blossom, of wallflowers, or the rose;
I like them all, but I can never see
How liking them prevents me liking thee!
George Markham Tweddell
[Sonnets on Trees and Flowers, p. 39]
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