They had been standing-he looking far younger than his forty-five years, she in one of the white gowns in which he loved to see her, but the simplicity of which she even then deplored-close to the Pierian spring, when she had, by a few playful, but very eager, words shown him what was in her heart.
"Jane Oglander"
Marie Belloc Lowndes
His Pierian vision was reduced to a happy reality-he could then die peaceful and happy.
"Sages and Heroes of the American Revolution"
L. Carroll Judson
Thee too the years shall cover; thou shalt be As the rose born of one same blood with thee, As a song sung, as a word said, and fall Flower-wise, and be not any more at all, Nor any memory of thee anywhere; For never Muse has bound above thine hair The high Pierian flower whose graft outgrows All summer kinship of the mortal rose And colour of deciduous days, nor shed Reflex and flush of heaven about thine head, Nor reddened brows made pale by floral grief With splendid shadow from that lordlier leaf.
"Poems & Ballads (First Series)"
Algernon Charles Swinburne