|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze,|
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
|Thou blossom! bright with autumn dew,|
And colourd with the heavens own blue,
That openest when the quiet light
Succeeds the keen and frosty night.
BryantTo the Fringed Gentian.
|Blue thou art, intensely blue;|
Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
|Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow,|
Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground,
With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow
The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.
Sarah Helen WhitmanA Still Day in Autumn. St. 6.