Alfred Tennyson said this quote
“ There has fallen a splendid tearFrom 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.She is coming, my own, my sweet;Were it ever so airy a tread,My heart would hear her and beat,Were it earth in an earthy bed;My dust would hear her and beat,Had I lain for a century dead,Would start and tremble under her feet,And blossom in purple and red. ”