Strawberries and Cream.

Vanity Fair (UK), June 30, 1904

By patient scheme
At last I’ve reached you through the buzzing crowd;
For half-an-hour you’ve called me, clear and loud,
You rosy mountain in a clotted cloud
Of cream.

With beating heart
And powdered sugar from a silver bowl,
Serene and super-satisfied of soul,
I take you to the shade, where lovers stroll

All afternoon,
With none to criticise or interfere,
We will renew our friendship of last year;
And we must have—the argument is clear—
A spoon.

With jam and puff
I cloyed my appetite while yet a lad.
Sweets satiate—and ices make me bad
But to this day of you I’ve never had