If Amy Lowell Had Been James 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.