Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s 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. Beecher—To 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. Davis—Summer Song.
I hear, I hear
The twang of harps, the leap
Of fairy feet and know the revel’s ripe,
While like a coral stripe
The lizard cool doth creep,
Monster, but monarch there, up the pale Indian Pipe.
Charles De Kay—Arcana 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 Goodale—Indian Pipe. St. 4.