II.

Odours unsmelled are keen, but those I smell Are keener; wherefore let me sniff again! Enticing walnuts, I have known ye well In youth, when pickles were a passing pain; Unwitting youth, that craves the candy stem, And sugar-plums to olives doth prefer, And even licks the pots of marmalade When sweetness clings to them: But now I dream of ambergris and myrrh, Tasting these walnuts in the poplar shade.