Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SEPTEMBER VIOLET, by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: For days the peaks wore hoods of cloud Last Line: Did come again, in search of thee? Subject(s): Flowers; Violets | ||||||||
FOR days the peaks wore hoods of cloud, The slopes were veiled in chilly rain; We said: It is the Summer's shroud, And with the brooks we moaned aloud, -- Will sunshine never come again? At last the west wind brought us one Serene, warm, cloudless, crystal day, As though September, having blown A blast of tempest, now had thrown A gauntlet to the favored May. Backward to spring our fancies flew, And, careless of the course of time, The bloomy days began anew. Then, as a happy dream comes true, Or, as a poet finds his rhyme -- Half wondered at, half unbelieved -- I found thee, friendliest of the flowers. Then Summer's joys came back, green-leaved, And its doomed dead, awhile reprieved, First learned how truly they were ours. Dear violet! Did the Autumn bring The vernal dreams, till thou, like me, Didst climb to thy imagining? Or was it that the thoughtful Spring Did come again, in search of thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEAVY VIOLETS by BARBARA GUEST THE YELLOW VIOLET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WAR IS KIND: 23 by STEPHEN CRANE SONNET by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE by ROBERT HERRICK UNDER THE VIOLETS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE FADED VIOLET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON |
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