Crocus Quotes

“Erinna’s sweet crocus, maiden-hued.”

“Wikipedia: Crocus”

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

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

“Wikiquote: Saffron (colour)”

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

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

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

“Welcome, wild harbinger of spring!
To this small nook of earth;
Feeling and fancy fondly cling
Round thoughts which owe their birth
To thee, and to the humble spot
Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.”

“How do you know, deep underground,
Hid in your bed from sight and sound,
Without a turn in temperature,
With weather life can scarce endure,
That light has won a fraction’s strength,
And day put on some moments’ length,
Whereof in merest rote will come,
Weeks hence, mild airs that do not numb;
    O crocus root, how do you know,
        How do you know?”

“Where the dance is sweeping,
Through the greensward peeping,
  Shall the soft lights start;
Laughing maids, unstaying,
Deeming it trick-playing,
High their robes upswaying,
  O’er the lights shall dart;
And the woodland haunter
Shall not cease to saunter
  When, far down some glade,
Of the great world’s burning,
One soft flame upturning
Seems, to his discerning,
  Crocus in the shade.”