The first was built in the lobe of a torch-thistle as thick as my leg; the second rested on a stalk of the opuntia, the Indian fig.
"Bramble-bees and Others" by J. Henri Fabre
One single enchanting poetical blossom, like the torch-thistle, and then the busy, creative power is exhausted.
"Withered Leaves. Vol. I. (of III)" by Rudolf von Gottschall