Lightly damp from freshly fallen rain.
Lovely enough for a bride's bouquet.
With every leaf a miracle . . . and from this bush in the door-yard,
With delicate-colour'd blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green
A sprig with its flower, I break.
- Walt Whitman, When Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloom'd
(III, Leaves of Grass)