William Cullen Bryant Quotes on Flowers
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And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
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The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
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The daffodil is our doorside queen; she pushes upward the sword already, To spot with sunshine the early green.
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Where fall the tears of love the rose appears, And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears, Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.