When you came you were like red wine and honey, 
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. 
Now you are like morning bread-- 
Smooth and pleasant, 
I hardly taste you at all, for I know your savour, 
But I am completely nourished. 

--AMY LOWELL, in The Chimæra.

When I wuz courtin' Annie, she wuz honey an' red wine, 
She made me feel all jumpy, did that ol' sweetheart o' mine; 
Wunst w'en I went to Crawfordsville, on one o' them there trips, 
I kissed her--an' the burnin' taste wuz sizzlin' on my lips. 
An' now I've married Annie, an' I see her all the time, 
I do not feel the daily need o' bustin' into rhyme. 
An' now the wine-y taste is gone, fer Annie's always there, 
An' I take her fer granted now, the same ez sun an' air. 
But though the honey taste wuz sweet, an' though the wine wuz strong, 
Yet ef I lost the sun an' air, I couldn't git along.