|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Or, bide thou where the poppy blows|
With windflowers frail and fair.
BryantThe Arctic Lover.
|The little windflower, whose just opened eye|
Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
BryantA Winter Piece.
|The starry, fragile windflower,|
Poised above in airy grace,
Virgin white, suffused with blushes,
Shyly droops her lovely face.
Elaine GoodaleThe First Flowers.
|Thou lookest up with meek, confiding eye|
Upon the clouded smile of Aprils face,
Unharmed though Winter stands uncertain by,
Eyeing with jealous glance each opening grace.
Jones VeryThe Windflower.