“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”

“The FlowersAll the names I know from nurse:Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,And the Lady Hollyhock.Fairy places, fairy things,Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,Tiny trees for tiny dames--These must all be fairy names!Tiny woods below whose boughsShady fairies weave a house;Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,Where the braver fairies climb!Fair are grown-up people's trees,But the fairest woods are these;Where, if I were not so tall,I should live for good and all”

“Roses are red and violets are purple,sugar is sweet and so is maple surple.”

“They blossom ever where you tread... Wild roses bloody red.”

“Where I come fromNobody knows;And where I'm goingEverything goes.The wind blows,The sea flows - And nobody knows.”

“Where you tend a rose my lad, a thistle cannot grow.”