Amber Gulley

“There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate.
The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"
And the lily whispers, "I wait."

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead,
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.”
― Alfred Tennyson

“Saying all one feels and thinks
In clever daffodils and pinks;
In puns of tulips and in phrases,
Charming for their truth, of daisies.”
― Leigh Hunt

“There is no greater mistake in the world than the looking upon every sort of nonsense as want of sense.”
― Leigh Hunt

“I entrench myself in books equally against sorrow and the weather.”
― Leigh Hunt