Lemon Balm

A vine did all the hollow cave embrace, Still green, yet still ripe bunches gave it grace. Four fountains, one against another, pour’d Their silver streams; and meadows all enflower’d With sweet balm-gentle, and blue violets hid, That deck’d the soft breasts of each fragrant mead. Hermes in Calypso’s Island (from Odyssey V), George ChapmanContinue reading “Lemon Balm”