These three little narcissi group themselves like a cluster of electric lights.
The dignity of nature impresses us on every hand. It is greatly apparent in flowers; and yet so small are they that some look on them merely as the decoration at a banquet.
I will cast a narcissus in bronze; it shall serve as my seal.
A maiden on a lake, that is the narcissus.
Little red marguerite, not yet open, sister to the strawberry, huddled in the shade which caresses you.
The full-blown marguerite seems to play at pigeon-vole.
It has rained for four hours; this is the hour when flowers quench their thirst.
A marguerite in profile, a serpent's head with open jaws, stretching out its tongues! Petals, white, like a little collar.
Seen in full face, its yellow-tinted heart is a little sun; its long petals are like fingers playing the piano.
These white flowers are gulls with wings outstretched. They fly one after the other; this one, in adoration, has its petals thrown backward, like wings.