There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"
And the lily whispers, "I wait."
From "Come Into the Garden, Maud" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The dark blue-purple flower stalk of Spring Larkspur, also called Dwarf Larkspur, catches the eye and is a welcome encounter on spring walks in the woods. In my area, they are not as profuse as some other woodland wildflowers, and I usually encounter them as lone specimens or as two or three plants growing within a few feet of each other.
To 18 inches