The nature of This flower is to bloom.
- Alice Walker
Red rose, proud rose, sad rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways.
- William Butler Yeats
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes -
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
- Elizabeth Barrett Brownbing
I cast my heart into my rhymes,
That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.
- William Butler Yeats