Out of a low cave of rock, at the foot of a limestone crag, the great fountain rose, quelling, and bubbling, and gurgling, so clear that you could not tell where the water ended and the air began; and ran away under the road, a stream large enough to turn a mill; among blue geranium, and golden globeflower, and wild raspberry, and the bird cherry with its tassels of snow.
"Journeys Through Bookland V2"
Charles H. Sylvester
The globeflower is of rather a pale yellow, and its petals curl in so that it looks like a ball.
"Journeys Through Bookland V2"
Charles H. Sylvester