Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, VIOLETS, by LORENZO DE' MEDICI


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VIOLETS, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: We come not, fair one, to thy hand of snow
Last Line: Our dew and air have been, love's balmy tears and sighs!
Alternate Author Name(s): Lorenzo The Magnificent
Subject(s): Flowers; Violets


WE come not, fair one, to thy hand of snow,
From the soft scenes by Culture's hand arrayed;
Not reared in bowers where gales of fragrance blow,
But in dark glens, and depths of forest shade!

There once, as Venus wandered, lost in woe,
To seek Adonis through th' entangled wood,
Piercing her foot, a thorn that lurked below,
With print relentless drew celestial blood!

Then our light stems, with snowy blossoms fraught,
Bending to earth, each precious drop we caught,
Imbibing thence our bright purpureal dyes;
We were not fostered in our shadowy vales,
By guided rivulets, or summer gales --
Our dew and air have been, Love's balmy tears and sighs!





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