Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE PURPLE VIOLET, by JEAN DREW FREEMAN


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

THE PURPLE VIOLET, by                    
First Line: Down by a fairy pool there grew, long years, long years ago
Last Line: And trust their precious color to the hands of god to keep.
Subject(s): Beauty; Flowers; Violets


Down by a fairy pool there grew, long years, long years ago,
A violet so beautiful, almost as white as snow.
And when the sun had said "Goodnight!" and red-gold left the west,
This little flower was so tired it had to go to rest.
So by the hum of drowsy bees, and crickets' singing too,
The violet soon fell asleep, all covered with the dew.
And very early in the dawn a lovely purple mist
Kept lingering so near the ground until this bud she kissed.
"Ho! Ho!" she cried. "I spy them all! Why, they are every-where!
I think my mantle I shall leave on all with gentle care!"
When lo! A purple petaled violet that dawn was born.
And exquisite the fragrance of the air that magic morn.
But though the mist had vanished and could never more be found,
She left her fair reflection in the violets around.
So to this day these flowers nod at night and go to sleep,
And trust their precious color to the hands of God to keep.





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net