'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companionsAre faded and gone."
~ Thomas Moore, The Last Rose of Summer, 1830 ~
"What a pity flowers can utter no sound!—A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!"
~ Henry Ward Beecher ~