• Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well,
    The wild tulip at the end of its tube, blows out its great red bell,
    Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell.

    Robert Browning, John Woolford, Daniel Karlin (1991). “The Poems of Browning: 1847-1861”, p.145, Pearson Education