C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Arbutus

Pure and perfect, sweet arbutus
Twines her rosy-tinted wreath.

Elaine Goodale.

Now the tender, sweet arbutus,
Trails her blossom-clustered vines,
And the many-fingered cinquefoil
In the shadow hollow twines.

Dora Read Goodale.

Darlings of the forest!
Blossoming alone
When Earth’s grief is sorest
For her jewels gone—
Ere the last snow-drift melts your tender buds have blown.

Rose T. Cooke.