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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VIOLET: 1. PRELUDE, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: This was a sweet white wildwood violet
Last Line: The artificial flower of my ideal.
Subject(s): Flowers; Violets
First Line: This was a sweet white wildwood violet
Last Line: The artificial flower of my ideal.
Subject(s): Flowers; Violets
This was a sweet white wildwood violet
I found among the painted slips that grow
Where, under hot-house glass, the flowers forget
How the sun shines, and how the cool winds blow.
The violet took the orchid's colouring,
Tricked out its dainty fairness like the rest;
Yet still its breath was as the breath of Spring,
And the wood's heart was wild within its breast.
The orchid mostly is the flower I love,
And violets, the mere violets of the wood,
For all their sweetness, have not power to move
The curiosity that rules my blood.
Yet here, in this spice-laden atmosphere,
Where only nature is a thing unreal,
I found in just a violet, planted here,
The artificial flower of my ideal.
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