Blossom

Henry the Sixth, part 1, [4.7.9-16]. Talbot. “But when my angry guardant stood alone,/ Tend’ring my ruin and assail’d of none,/ Dizzy-ey’d fury and great rage of heart/ Suddenly made him from my side to start/ Into the clust’ring battle of the French;/ And in that sea of blood my boy did drench/ His over-mounting slpirit; and there died/ My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.”