Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,
	And daffodillies fill their cups with tears,
	To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.

Milton.    

	Nosegays! leave them for the waking,
	Throw them earthward where they grew
	Dim are such, beside the breaking
	Amaranths he looks unto.
	Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.

E. B. Browning.    

	Amaranths such as crown the maids
	That wander through Zamara’s shades.

Moore.    

	Immortal amaranth, a flower which once
	In Paradise, fast by the Tree of Life,
	Began to bloom, but soon for Man’s offence,
	To heav’n remov’d, where first it grew, there grows,
	And flow’rs aloft shading the fount of life.

Milton.