Ambroise Patel, upon whose grave would be Strown flowers that belonged to the living!
"Melomaniacs"
James Huneker
He knows why the plain or meadow of space was Strown with these flowers we call suns and moons and stars; why the great deep is adorned with animals, with men, and gods; for in every word he speaks he rides on them as the horses of thought."
"The Approach to Philosophy"
Ralph Barton Perry
A lovely dream has winter Strown On the sleeping mountain height; Star high, pale in northern light, From sight to sight it bears her on Through the long, long hours of night, Till she wakes shall be her flight.
"The Bridal March; One Day"
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson