My flower shall be the violet; Though other blooms are sweet and fair, I make my choice with no regret. At twilight, when the sun is set, And myriad perfumes fill the air, My flower shall be the violet. While Night-Wind plays his clarinet For dew-drenched blossoms, everywhere, I make my choice with no regret. I love the crimson rose, and yet It cannot with my choice compare... My flower shall be the violet. Old fashioned, like the minuet, It holds a subtle charm, yet rare; I make my choice with no regret. Some day when worries cease to fret And gardens lure me...from all care, My flower shall be the violet, I make my choice with no regret. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GORSE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON BROODING GRIEF by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SIMMENTHAL by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS FIFTY FAGGOTS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS A CALL TO ARMS by MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 30. CHRIST AND WOMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |