Stanchion stem to bulging bud,
The pregnant pod
A cocoon to
Sweet springtime sunshine’s love for you,
Flush swollen tomb
A timely tune,
Freshness pure from Eden’s prune,
Unfurling eye,
All light spurts out,
Majestic, pert, triumphant pout!

And there she stands, the tulip, proud,
A herald flown from Beauty’s cloud.