"Hot July was drawing to an end, And August came the fainting year to mend With fruit and grain; so 'neath the trellises, Nigh Blossomless, did they lie well at ease, And watched the poppies burn across the grass, And o'er the bindweed's bells the brown bee pass, Still murmuring of his gains: windless and bright The morn had been, to help their dear delight.
"Views and Reviews"
Henry James
Pity and surety and peace most lowly Were the root and the stem and the bloom of the flower: And the light and the breath of the buds kept holy That maid's else Blossomless bower.
"A Midsummer Holiday and Other Poems"
Algernon Charles Swinburne
He, later, wandering round the flowers Paused awhile by the Blossomless tree.
"India's Love Lyrics"
Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (AKA Laurence Hope), et al.