... pale buds upon the pond Shrink under water from my lonely oars, The fern is squandering its final frond, And gypsy smoke ... — The Five Books of Youth • Robert Hillyer
... I was leaving, Grandmother led me to a palm nearby, and to one of its ancient frond-sheaths was fastened a small brown branch to which a few blue-green leaves were attached. I had never seen anything like it. She mumbled and touched it with her shriveled, bent fingers. I could understand nothing, and sent ... — Edge of the Jungle • William Beebe
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