But we bring violets, great masses -- single, sweet, wood-violets, stream-violets, violets from a wet marsh. Violets in clumps from hills, tufts with earth at the roots, violets tugged from rocks, blue violets, moss, cliff, river-violets. Yellow violets' gold, burnt with a rare tint -- violets like red ash among tufts of grass. We bring deep-purple bird-foot violets. We bring the hyacinth-violet, sweet, bare, chill to the touch -- and violets whiter than the in-rush of your own white surf. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT THE BOATMAN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF OUR BELOVED GENERAL STONEWALL JACKSON by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL TICKER TAPE by ELIZABETH KELTY BEITEL BELINDA'S RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS by WILLIAM BROOME |