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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.
Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.
Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.
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.
Violet! sweet violet!
Thine eyes are full of tears;
Are they wet
Even yet
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Violet! sweet violet!
Thine eyes are full of tears;
Are they wet
Even yet
With the thought of other years?
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.
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.
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 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.
