"Come if you will and want to lets walk together and slow down by our side-hill crown, where the gnarled thicket of matted twine weaves in over limb and path, where as to eclipse the ground. While flower clusters born in a dream-cloud of perky white flaunt a style extrude ere... hottest waves of summer blight. Their sweet fragrance is the main attraction and reason for my craze, and thine; You grab the stems with your free hand, vase in the other, I'll snip them free of the vine. But wait! Would the Lord God who created these care if we indulge purely for scent? No! But only admire from a distance their beauty parlayed, without loss or regret.