• 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."

    'Maud' (1855) pt. 1, sect. 22, st. 10