Paris Being Admitted to the Bedchamber of Helen Perfume Oil

PARIS BEING ADMITTED TO THE BEDCHAMBER OF HELEN

Jacob de Backer

There is May in books forever;

May will part from Spenser never;

May's in Milton, May's in Prior,

May's in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer;

May's in all the Italian books:—

She has old and modern nooks,

Where she sleeps with nymphs and elves,

In happy places they call shelves,

And will rise and dress your rooms

With a drapery thick with blooms.

Come, ye rains, then if ye will,

May's at home, and with me still;

But come rather, thou, good weather,

And find us in the fields together.

- James Henry Leigh Hunt

Creamy, narcotic tuberose, a flutter of pink silk, and blushing sweet pea warmed by honeyed skin musk.