|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Indian Pipe (Monotropa Uniflora)|
|Pale, mournful flower, that hidest in shade|
Mid dewy damps and murky glade,
With moss and mould,
Why dost thou hang thy ghastly head,
So sad and cold?
Catherine E. BeecherTo the Monotropa, or Ghost Flower.
|Where the long, slant rays are beaming,|
Where the shadows cool lie dreaming,
Pale the Indian pipes are gleaming
Laugh, O murmuring Spring!
Sarah F. DavisSummer Song.
| I hear, I hear|
The twang of harps, the leap
Of fairy feet and know the revels ripe,
While like a coral stripe
The lizard cool doth creep,
Monster, but monarch there, up the pale Indian Pipe.
Charles De KayArcana Sylvarum.
| Death in the wood,|
In the death-pale lips apart;
Death in a whiteness that curdled the blood,
Now black to the very heart:
The wonder by her was formed
Who stands supreme in power;
To show that life by the spirit comes
She gave us a soulless flower!
Elaine GoodaleIndian Pipe. St. 4.