spring-crocuses

Updated: May 31, 2025

Then they glided through the wood: one showering dead leaves along the path I trod, the others gayly waving bunches of spring-crocuses, yellow, white, and purple; and thus they vanished. Said Yoomy, "Sad your path, but merry Hautia's."

Herman Melville - Mardi: and A Voyage Thither, Vol. I