Are beautiful and fair.
Longfellow wrote:
O flower de luce, bloom on, and let the river
Linger to kiss thy feet.
O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever
The world more fair and sweet.
Lowell wrote:
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there’s never a blade or a flower too mean,