Margaret Fuller,
Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli
(1852)
“ And not only does the plant not appear in its destined hue by day, but the flower, though, as bell-shaped, it cannot quite close again after having once expanded, yet presses its petals together as closely as it can, hangs down its little blossoms, and its tall stalk seems at noon to have reared itself only to betray a shabby insignificance. Thus, too, with the leaves, which have burst asunder suddenly like the fan-palm to make way for the stalk, — their edges in the day time look ragged and unfinished, as if nature had left them in a hurry for some more pleasing task. ”
