Wordsworth knew a thing or two

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, 
Let them live upon their praises; 
Long as there's a sun that sets, 
Primroses will have their glory; 
Long as there are violets, 
They will have a place in story: 
There's a flower that shall be mine, 
'Tis the little Celandine.