Author Ralph Waldo Emerson Each spot where tulips prank their stateHas drunk the life-blood of the great;The violets yon field which stainAre moles of beauties Time hath slain. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments