Tulips

"You believe In God, for your part?—ay? that He who makes, Can make good things from ill things, best from worst, As men plant tulips upon dunghills when They wish them finest."

"We may find the Divine to be 3,000 times what we think it is now. It's like asking the tulip there to explain you. The tulip is a beautiful creation, with millions of atoms cooperating with each other to produce great beauty, but ask that tulip to talk about you, and it can't do it. It doesn't have those perceptive abilities. Wouldn't it be conceited to suggest that I had the abilities to describe the deity?"

"Like tulip-beds of different shape and dyes, Bending beneath the invisible west-wind's sighs."

"And tulips, children love to stretch Their fingers down, to feel in each Its beauty's secret nearer."

"'Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well, The wild tulip at end of its tube, blows out its great red bell, Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell."

"The tulip is a courtly quean, Whom, therefore, I will shun."

"Guarded within the old red wall's embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels out into the sunlight."

"Dutch tulips from their beds Flaunted their stately heads."

"Not one of Flora's brilliant race A form more perfect can display; Art could not feign more simple grace Nor Nature take a line away."

"The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike."