I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,
Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers...

...Of bridegrooms, brides and of their bridal-cakes...

...I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece
Of balm, of oil, of spice and ambergris...

...How roses first came red and lilies white ;
I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing...

Robert Herrick 1591-1674