Lonicera Japonica.
I know it's an obnoxious, invasive species, but nothing cries the beginning of summer to me like the smell of it on the evening breeze.
Thence to a richer growth I came,
Where, nursed in mellow intercourse,
The honeysuckles sprang by scores,
Not harried like my single stem,
All virgin lamps of scent and dew.
So from my hand that first I threw,
Yet plucked not any more of them.
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