Nerium

"Hot oleanders in a rosy vale Search’d by the lamping fly, whose little spark Went in and out, like passion’s bashful hope."

"The entire way from Pila to Bhakra I came down a riverbed that had some running water and oleander flowers like peach blossoms, very colorful and in full bloom. In the land of Hindustan this flower is always in bloom. There were many of them on both sides of the riverbed. To those riding and walking with me an order was given to put bouquets of these flowers in their turbans, and anyone who did not have a flower on his head would have his turban taken off. An amazing field of flowers was thus made!"