Grace Hazard Conkling - Tampico

Oh, cut me reeds to blow upon,
   Or gather me a star,
But leave the sultry passion-flowers
   Growing where they are.

I fear their sombre yellow deeps,
   Their whirling fringe of black,
And he who gives a passion-flower
   Always asks it back.

Grace Hazard Conkling

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tampico/