This is the first poem of Amy Lowell's that I ever read, and it made me go search out many more of hers. (Note that the title is one of those perfect titles that tells you something the poem doesn't - genius at work.)
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.