"Tuberose" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... hands, at rest, Life's work all over ere 'twas well begun, Lies a fair girl in snowy garments dressed, And all the place with bud and bloom o'errun; Pinks, roses, lilies, blend in odorous death, But over all the tuberose sends its wealth, Seeming to hold the lost one by its breath While creeping o'er our living hearts in stealth. O subtle blossoms, you are death's own flowers! You have no part with love ...
— The Bay State Monthly, Volume I. No. VI. June, 1884 - A Massachusetts Magazine • Various |
