Around that waist, scarce bigger than my neck,
  Where my two arms can make a double band,
That's how I 'd like to hold her in a knot,
  Clasping my elbow fast with either hand.

To feel her soft round body slip and turn,
  And still to feel no bones; that clings to me,
Till she becomes at last the trembling flower
  Kissed without mercy by a powerful bee.