The lines of this poem penned on mount recto below the image are taken from separate stanzas of the 1832 William Cullen Bryant poem To the Fringed Gentian:

“Thou waitest late and com’st alone,
When woods are bare and birds are flown.
Then dost thy sweet, and quiet eye
Look through its fringes to the sky.
Blue, blue, as if that sky let fall,
One flower from its cerulean walls.”

Condition: crease to upper-right support corner. The print, with overall fading, is possibly a “flashlight” image done most likely on printing out paper. (POP)

Fringed Gentian: Gentianopsis crinita