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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?
The modest, lowly violet
In leaves of tender green is set;
So rich she cannot hide from read more
The modest, lowly violet
In leaves of tender green is set;
So rich she cannot hide from view,
But covers all the bank with blue.
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.
A vi'let on the meadow grew,
That no one saw, that no one knew,
It was a read more
A vi'let on the meadow grew,
That no one saw, that no one knew,
It was a modest flower.
A shepherdess pass'd by that way--
Light footed, pretty and so gay;
That way she came,
Softly warbling forth her lay.
Steals timidly away,
Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray.
Steals timidly away,
Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray.
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),
The violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves have made:
Men scent our fragrance on read more
The violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves have made:
Men scent our fragrance on the air,
Yet take no heed
Of humble lessons we would read.
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.
