I almost missed out on this one because our internet was down, but better late than never ….
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air.
Hamlet – Shakespeare
Children are dumb to say how hot the day is,
How hot the scent is of the summer rose.
‘Cool Web’ by Robert Graves
Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content,
Thou knowest of no strange continent;
Thou has not felt thy bosom keep
A gentle motion with the deep;
Thou hast not sailed in Indian Seas,
Where scent comes forth in every breeze.
‘Sweet Stay-at-Home’ by W.H. Davies