"Welcome, wild harbinger of spring! To this small nook of earth; Feeling and fancy fondly cling Round thoughts which o…"

"How do you know, deep underground, Hid in your bed from sight and sound, Without a turn in temperature, With weather …"

"Hail to the King of Bethlehem, Who weareth in his diadem The yellow crocus for the gem Of his authority!"

"Erinna’s sweet crocus, maiden-hued."

"Where the dance is sweeping, Through the greensward peeping, Shall the soft lights start; Laughing maids, unstaying, …"

"Some yellow saffrons pluck’d in wrestling speed; The leaves lay strewn along the vernal mead."

"Naked they came to that smooth-swarded bower, And at their feet the crocus brake like fire."

"Why does the world before him Melt in a million suns, Why do his yellow, yearning eyes Burn like saffron buns?"

"When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the mead…"

"The entire way from Pila to Bhakra I came down a riverbed that had some running water and oleander flowers like peach…"