This tulip, soft and pink as someone’s cheek,
That rides its rocking stem in the gentle air,
Is open just enough to give a peek
Inside a living room, and hidden there
A little person safely, soundly sleeps,
Dressed in the finest velvet, inky black
Just touched with lemon yellow, and she keeps
Her eyes wide open as she dreams on back
To morning, sunny morning, full of flowers,
And somewhere there’s a nest site just for her.
Not long now, and she’ll shiver up her powers
And buzz up through the skylight, strong and sure—
This tulip, when Sun buzzes from its doze
Will open wide enough for someone’s nose.