|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Arbutus, Trailing (Epigæa repens.)|
|Darlings of the forest!|
When Earths grief is sorest
For her jewels gone
Ere the last snow-drift melts your tender buds have blown.
Rose T. CookeTrailing Arbutus.
|Pure and perfect, sweet arbutus|
Twines her rosy-tinted wreath.
Elaine GoodaleThe First Flowers.
|The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest,|
But the south wind sighs oer the fragrant loam,
And betrays the path to her woodland home.
Sarah Helen WhitmanThe Waking of the Heart.