Thanks for the pictures of flowers you sent. I return you a white dryad artwork, and one of my all-time favourite poets.
White sweetness, richest odours round thee cling.
Purely thou breathest of voluptuous Spring!
Thou art so white, because thou dost enclose
All the advancing splendours of the year;
And thou hast burned beyond the reddest rose,
To shine so keenly clear.
Robert Binyon, "The dryad".