Gladiolus from my own garden drenched with water taken on one lovely morning.
I FEAR THY KISSES, GENTLE MAIDEN
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; Thou needest not fear mine; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burthen thine. I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion; Thou needest not fear mine; Innocent is the hear's devotion With which I worship thine. - Percey Shelley -