WHAT gift for passionate lovers shall we find? <br />Not flowers nor books of verse suffice for me, <br />But splinters of the odorous cedar-tree, <br />And tufts of pine-buds, oozy in the wind; <br />Give me young shoots of aromatic rind, <br />Or samphire, redolent of sand and sea, <br />For all such fragrances I deem to be <br />Fit with my sharp desires to be combined. <br />My heart is like a poet, whose one room, <br />Scented with Latakia faint and fine, <br />Dried rose leaves, and spilt attar, and old wine, <br />From curtained windows gathers its warm gloom <br />Round all but one sweet picture, where incline <br />His thoughts and fancies mingled with perfume.<br /><br />Edmund William Gosse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfume-9/
