I plucked a honeysuckle where

  The hedge on high is quick with thorn,

  was torn,

  And fouled my feet in quag-water;

  And by the thorns and by the wind

  The blossom that I took was


  And yet I Air Purifier found it sweet and fair.

  Thence to a richer growth I came,

  Where, nursed in mellow intercourse,

  The honey suckles sprang by scores,

  Not harried like my single stem,

  All virgin lamps of scent and dew,

  So from my hand that first I threw,

  Yet plucked not any more of them.

  Note: The name honeysuckle comes from the sweet nectar that the flower produces to intoxicate the greedy bee. Its powerful fragrance seduces the human senses as hair care products it pervades the air. The perfume of this passionate plant may turn a maiden's head, hence wild honeysuckle is a symbol of inconstancy in love.