Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE YELLOW VIOLET, by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT

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First Line: When beechen buds begin to swell
Last Line: That made the woods of april bright.
Subject(s): Flowers; Spring; Violets

WHEN beechen buds begin to swell,
And woods the blue-bird's warble know
The yellow violet's modest bell
Peeps from the last year's leaves below.
Ere russet fields their green resume,
Sweet flower, I love, in forest bare,
To meet thee, when thy faint perfume
Alone is in the virgin air.
Of all her train, the hands of Spring
First plant thee in the watery mould,
And I have seen thee blossoming
Beside the snow-bank's edges cold.
Thy parent sun, who bade thee view
Pale skies, and chilling moisture sip,
Has bathed thee in his own bright hue,
And streaked with jet thy glowing lip.
Yet slight thy form, and low thy seat,
And earthward bent thy gentle eye,
Unapt the passing view to meet,
When loftier flowers are flaunting nigh.

Oft, in the sunless April day,
Thy early smile has stayed my walk.
But midst the gorgeous blooms of May,
I passed thee on thy humble stalk.
So they, who climb to wealth, forget
The friends in darker fortunes tried.
I copied them -- but I regret
That I should ape the ways of pride.
And when again the genial hour
Awakes the painted tribes of light
I'll not o'erlook the modest flower
That made the woods of April bright.

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