“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