FULL of graciousness, full of grace, Bright and merry from top to toe, Fairy figure and fairiest face, Deep, soft eyes like a startled doe, Dusky tresses that wave and blow, Chaining our hearts in their silken net -- Thus is thy likeness drawn, I trow, Modest maid of the violet! Grave Old Yale is an altered place; Gray walls answer thy laughter low -- Eli's sons are a merrier race; Under thy glances they gladsome grow, Study and care to the winds they throw, Sigh for the smile of a coy coquette -- @3Vogue la galere@1 is @3comme il faut@1, Modest maid of the violet! Locked at length in a light embrace, Swung to the swirl of the sound-waves' flow -- Lights that mingle and interlace -- Rose-leaf blushes that come and go, Eyes that whisper to eyes that know -- We shall remember -- will you forget? What new dreams will the morrow show, Modest maid of the violet? L'ENVOI After the parting, amid our woe One consolation remaineth yet -- Thou wilt return in a year or so, Modest maid of the violet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY A SONG OF FREEDOM by ALICE MILLIGAN HESPERUS THE BRINGER by SAPPHO ARCADIA: SESTINA by PHILIP SIDNEY AN AUTOGRAPH (1) by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JAMESON'S RIDE by ALFRED AUSTIN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 34. TRUE LOVE KNOWS BUT ONE by PHILIP AYRES |