"Tell me of your English lovers." "Best of them I love two: one a laughing giant who loved me three hundred years ago, and the other a little London boy with large eyes of velvet, who mid all the gloom of your great city saw and loved my face, as none had seen and loved it since she of Mitylene.

I found the giant sitting by a country stream, holding a daffodil in his mighty hands and whistling to the birds.

He took and wore me like a flower.

I was to him as a nightingale that sang from his sleeve, for he loved so much besides.

Yet me he loved best, as those who can read his secret poems understand.