My pale blue iris, Caterina, is more than four foot high,
My pale yellow snapdragon is as tall as Caterina,
And my pale blue delphinium is much taller even than they.
What beautiful lines they make! what delicate patterns!
Arrowy jets of limpid hues, –
Lives there still a Japanese artist
Who, with his paint brush, could make us tremble
To see those lines, those tenuous colours
Spring again vibrant as I now see them springing
In their fugacity?
From a Garden in the Antipodes (Sidgwick & Jackson, 1929)