There has fallen a splendid tear /From passion-flower at the gate /She’s coming, my dove, my dear /She’s coming, my life,my fate

There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate.
The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"
And the lily whispers, "I wait."

- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Maud, (Part 1, XXII, 10)