And which is the greater shame: to publish your sins in large paper and take royalties for them, or to speak of them, just you and I together, you and I, as "there in the odorous Meadowsweet afternoon"?
"Prose Fancies"
Richard Le Gallienne
Here begins the manzanita, adjusting its tortuous stiff stems to the sharp waste of boulders, its pale olive leaves twisting edgewise to the sleek, ruddy, chestnut stems; begins also the Meadowsweet, burnished laurel, and the million unregarded trumpets of the coral-red pentstemon.
"The Land Of Little Rain"
Mary Hunter Austin
Lilies come up out of fern beds, columbine swings over Meadowsweet, white rein-orchids quake in the leaning grass.
"The Land Of Little Rain"
Mary Hunter Austin