Lowly, with a broken neck,
The crocus lays her cheek to mire.
- George Meredith
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell I have been looking at.
I know the beauty of our Lord by it.
- Gerald Manley Hopkins
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay