Herewith I send you three pressed withered flowers: br This one was white, with golden star; this, blue br As Capri's cave; that, purple and shot through br With sunset-orange. Where the Duomo towers br In diamond air, and under pendent bowers br The Arno glides, this faded violet grew br On Landor's grave; from Landor's heart it drew br Its clouded azure in the long spring hours. br Within the shadow of the Pyramid br Of Cais Cestius was the daisy found, br White as the soul of Keats in Paradise. br The pansy - there were hundreds of them hid br In the thick grass that folded Shelley's mound, br Guarding his ashes with most lovely eyes.