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Whitcomb Riley
A DECADE
When you came you were like red wine and honey, / And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread -- / Smooth and pleasant, / I hardly taste you at all, for I know your savour, / But I am completely nourished.
-- AMY LOWELL, in _The Chimaera_.
When I wuz courtin' Annie, she wuz honey an' red wine, / She made me feel all jumpy, did that ol' sweetheart o' mine; / Wunst w'en I went to Crawfordsville, on one o' them there trips, / I kissed her -- an' the burnin' taste wuz sizzlin' on my lips.
An' now I've married Annie, an' I see her all the time, / I do not feel the daily need o' bustin' into rhyme.
An' now the wine-y taste is gone, fer Annie's always there, / An' I take her fer granted now, the same ez sun an' air.
But though the honey taste wuz sweet, an' though the wine wuz strong, / Yet ef I lost the sun an' air, I couldn't git along.