Anemone

"Tears the Paphian shed, drop by drop for the drops of ’ Blood; and on earth each drop, as it fell, grew into a blossom: Roses sprang from the blood, and the tears gave birth to the wind-flower."

"Within the woods, Whose young and half transparent leaves scarce cast A shade, gray circles of anemones Danced on their stalks."

"Or, bide thou where the poppy blows With windflowers frail and fair."

"The little windflower, whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at."

"The spring, long retarded by previous cold, had now begun in all its comeliness, and life was rampant. Already, over the first emerald of the grass, the dandelion was showing yellow, and the red-pink anemone was hanging its tender head."

"Thy subtle charm is strangely given, My fancy will not let thee be, Then poise not thus 'twixt earth and heaven, O white anemone!"

"The starry, fragile windflower, Poised above in airy grace, Virgin white, suffused with blushes, Shyly droops her lovely face."

"Anemone, so well Named of the wind, to which thou art all free."

"From the soft wing of vernal breezes shed, Anemones, auritulas, enriched With shining meal o'er all their velvet leaves."

"Thou lookest up with meek, confiding eye Upon the clouded smile of April's face, Unharmed though Winter stands uncertain by, Eyeing with jealous glance each opening grace."