In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-washed palings,
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.
- Walt Whitman
flowers are love's truest language.
- Park Benjamin
The Amen! of Nature is always a flower.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes
Thou cannot stir a flower
Without troubling a star.
- Francis Thompson