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The violets were past their prime,
Yet their departing breath
Was sweeter, in the blast of death,
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The violets were past their prime,
Yet their departing breath
Was sweeter, in the blast of death,
Than all the lavish fragrance of the time.
Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.
Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.
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 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.
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.
The eyes of spring, so azure,
Are peeping from the ground;
They are the darling violets,
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The eyes of spring, so azure,
Are peeping from the ground;
They are the darling violets,
That I in nosegays bound.
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.
Steals timidly away,
Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray.
Steals timidly away,
Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray.
