“There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.' Alfred, Lord Tennyson” PoemFlowersArrivalAlfredLord Tennyson Book:The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart Source: The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart
“Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers... ... take them, as I used to do Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true, And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine. Elizabeth Barrett Browning” PoemFlowersElizabeth Barrett Browning Book:The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart Source: The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart