If only modern vernacular were like this...

Last night, when some one spoke his name,  
From my swift blood that went and came  
A thousand little shafts of flame.  
Were shiver'd in my narrow frame  
O Love, O fire! once he drew  
With one long kiss, my whole soul thro'  
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.


- excerpt from Fatima
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (also called Lord Alfred Tennyson)