Then, like a miracle, the violets came out All around the bay. Up to the very door The lovely, heart-shaped leaves had spread, without The children's notice, at least not before The violets had begun to open their eyes Back in the woods, by the shore, at the spring, everywhere. One day they took the children by surprise: Bright clumps of yellow violets, and rare White violets growing, damp and cool as dew; Deep purple violets, crowding thick and sweet, Covering the ground with purple, and great blue Meadow violets with leaves like meadowlark's feet. The whole bay was scented with violets. Even yet The children never forget them. They can never forget. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |