John Dickson Batten – The Garden of Adonis–Amoretta and Time, 1887.
 “A sensitive plant in a garden grew,And the young winds fed it with silver dew,And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light,And closed them beneath the kisses of night. And the spring arose on the garden fair, Like the spirit of love felt everywhere;And each flower and herb on earth’s dark breastRose from the dreams of its wintry rest. But none ever trembled and panted with blissIn the garden, the field, or the wilderness, Like a doe in the noontide with love’s sweet want,As the companionless Sensitive Plant.” Percy Bysshe Shelley – (from)The Sensitive Plant: Part First, 1792-1822.