And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods...

And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William Cullen Bryant

November. A Sonnet (1824)

William Cullen Bryant Quotes

And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.