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Again the violet of our early days
Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun,
And kindles into read more
Again the violet of our early days
Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun,
And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.
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.
And the violet lay dead while the odour flew
On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue.
And the violet lay dead while the odour flew
On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue.
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.
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?
Cold blows the wind against the hill,
And cold upon the plain;
I sit me by the read more
Cold blows the wind against the hill,
And cold upon the plain;
I sit me by the bank, until
The violets come again.
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 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.
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),