Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
~ Vanessa Diffenbaugh
I sometimes think that never blows so redThe Rose as where some buried Caesar bled,That every Hyacinth the Garden wearsDropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.
~ Omar Khayyám
In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sighing Of Greece.
~ Adelaide Crapsey