Spring had not been niggardly with her flower wealth, and gracious, smiling May trailed her pink-and-white skirts over carpets of living green, starred with hepaticas and spring beauties, while, from under clusters of green-brown leaves, the trailing arbutus lifted its shy, delicate face to peep out, the loveliest messenger of spring.
"Marjorie Dean High School Freshman"
Pauline Lester
Yet under all, some memory Trails its arbutus flowers of tender thought,- All buried in the snow maybe, Still with the sweetest fragrance fraught.
"Songs Ysame"
Annie Fellows Johnston Albion Fellows Bacon
With wistful, straining eyes I waited, and the sunshine flecked the bank Happy with arbutus and violets where I sank Hearing, near by, a host of melodies, The rapture of the woodthrush; soft her mood The love-mate, with such golden numbers woo'd.
"A Woman's Love Letters"
Sophie M. Almon-Hensley