Tossing turban style contours, with an aloofness as one passes by, <br />Utilizing every charm it possesses, under a lupin blue cloudless sky, <br />Like a guardsman, gallantly standing, holding up his noble head high, <br />In rainbow colours, brilliant and stately, a vision to surely yield a sigh, <br />Ponder thus upon the regal tulip, it has pure beauty, you cannot deny.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tulip/
