|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Where the wind-rows are spread for the butterflys bed,|
And the clover-bloom falleth around.
Eliza CookJournal. Vol. VII. St. 2. Song of the Haymakers.
|Crimson clover I discover|
By the garden gate,
And the bees about her hover,
But the robins wait.
Sing, robins, sing,
Sing a roundelay,
Tis the latest flower of Spring
Coming with the May!
Dora Read GoodaleRed Clover.
|The clover blossoms kiss her feet,|
She is so sweet, she is so sweet.
While I, who may not kiss her hand,
Bless all the wild flowers in the land.
Oscar LeightonClover Blossoms. For Thee Alone.
|Flocks thick-nibbling through the clovered vale.|
ThomsonThe Seasons. Summer. L. 1,235.
|What airs outblown from ferny dells|
And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.
WhittierLast Walk in Autumn. St. 6.