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
flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.
- John Ruskin
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowers that in the forest grew.
- Edmund Spenser