"O VER PURPUREUM!" -- Violet-colored Spring Perhaps, good poet, in your vernal days The simple truth might justify the phrase; But now, dear Virgil, there is no such thing! Perhaps, indeed, in your Italian clime, Where o'er the year, if fair report be true, Four seasons roll, instead of barely two, There still may be a verdant vernal time; But here, on these our chilly northern shores, Where April gleams with January's snows, -- Not e'en a violet buds; and nothing "blows," Save blustering Boreas, -- dreariest of bores. O ver purpureum? where the Spring discloses Her brightest purple on our lips and noses! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS I HEAR AMERICA SINGING by WALT WHITMAN OH, MOTHER DEAR! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |