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Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.
Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.
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.
The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
And shade the violets,
That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
And shade the violets,
That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
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.
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!
Deep violets, you liken to
The kindest eyes that look on you,
Without a thought disloyal.
Deep violets, you liken to
The kindest eyes that look on you,
Without a thought disloyal.
It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
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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?