She recoiled from him with a bound, and trembling like a windflower indeed, her large blue eyes dilating at the intruder with a dismay beyond words.
"Taken Alive"
E. P. Roe
Had she been a 'nowadays aunt' she might have thought that Mary was not unlike a windflower herself.
"A Book of Quaker Saints"
Lucy Violet Hodgkin
By the hyacinth-bells in the brakes, And the shade-loved white windflower, half hid, And the sun-loving lizards and snakes On the cleft's barren ledges, that slid Out of sight, smooth as waterdrops, all, At a snap of twig or bark In the track of the foreign foot-fall, She climbed to the pineforest dark, Overbrowing an emerald chine Of the grass-billows.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith