When Violet comes I scarcely know, If Winter wraps the world in snow, Or if 'tis Summer strikes a-glow The fountain in the court below, When Violet comes. Her flower-like eyes, her soft lips bring The warmth and welcome of the Spring, And round my room, a fairy ring, See violets, violets blossoming, When Violet comes. When Violet goes I hear again The infinite despair of rain Drip on my darkening window-pane The tears of Winter on the wane, When Violet goes. Yet still about my lonely room The visionary violets bloom, And with her presence still perfume The tedious page that I resume When Violet goes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLDIER'S DREAM by THOMAS CAMPBELL A CHILD'S PET by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WASTED HOURS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LEXINGTON [APRIL 19, 1775] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ON LENDING A PUNCH BOWL by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES |