Soft carpet-knights, all scenting musk and amber.
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; Maud And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.Tennyson
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown.
I want you to have this, all the beauty in my eyes, and the grace of my mouth, all the splendor of my strength, all the wonder of the musk parts of my body, for are we not talking about real love, real love?”
O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.james whitcomb riley