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It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes read more
It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor.
Who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
Who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
Welcome, maids of honor,
You doe bring
In the spring,
And wait upon her.
Welcome, maids of honor,
You doe bring
In the spring,
And wait upon her.
The violets thinks, with her timid blue eye,
To pass for a blossom enchantingly shy.
The violets thinks, with her timid blue eye,
To pass for a blossom enchantingly shy.
Surely as cometh the Winter, I know
There are Spring violets under the snow.
Surely as cometh the Winter, I know
There are Spring violets under the snow.
The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
We are violets blue,
For our sweetness found
Careless in the mossy shades,
Looking read more
We are violets blue,
For our sweetness found
Careless in the mossy shades,
Looking on the ground.
Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,--
Such our breath and blueness is.
- Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),
A blossom of returning light,
An April flower of sun and dew;
The earth and sky, the read more
A blossom of returning light,
An April flower of sun and dew;
The earth and sky, the day and night
Are melted in her depth of blue!
