And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. (Quote by - William Cullen Bryant)

Thou blossom! bright with autumn dew, And colour's with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. (Quote by - William Cullen Bryant)

Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue? (Quote by - James Montgomery)

Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound. (Quote by - Sarah Helen Power Whitman)