Thirdly, there was a new young man who had written a novel about the love affairs of a crocus and a violet-it was amazingly improper, full of poetry-"right back," as somebody said "to Nature."
"Fortitude"
Hugh Walpole
And here and there a crocus smiles A friendly greeting, or a spray Of blooming lilacs, fresh and sweet, Leans down and nods across her way.
"Songs Ysame"
Annie Fellows Johnston Albion Fellows Bacon
It was only to-to fetch a crocus for Atty.
"Christian's Mistake"
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik