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

"The Windes all silent are, And Phœbus in his Chaire Ensaffroning Sea and Aire, Makes vanish every Starre."

"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!"

"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…"