AS violets so be I recluse and sweet, Cheerful as daisies unaccounted rare, Still sunward-gazing from a lowly seat, Still sweetening wintry air. While half-awakened Spring lags incomplete, While lofty forest trees tower bleak and bare, Daisies and violets own remotest heat And bloom and make them fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING DECADENT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL INGRATEFUL [OR UNGRATEFUL] BEAUTY THREATENED by THOMAS CAREW FARM-YARD SONG by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE WHEN I WAS YOUNG by IRMA TIBBETTS ANDREWS SILENUS IN PROTEUS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AUNT JANE by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 15. BELINDA WATERS by GEORGE CRABBE THE MOTHER'S LAMENT FOR HER INFANT by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON |