Oh, lovely, lovely violets, So dainty and so blue, So modest yet so beautiful, Whene'er I look at you I mind me of a gone-by day, When in a woodland glade, Beside a purling brooklet, Beneath an elm's shade. We sat and plucked the violets That blossomed by us there, Shedding their sweet perfume Upon the woodland air. We made sweet nose-gays of their blooms, We tried our fortunes, too, With them, though long ago that's been, They told our fortunes true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE BALLADE OF BROKEN FLUTES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LOVES MONARCHIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE CORRELATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A TRIBUTE TO DANTE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO SANDY STAR: 1. SCULPTURED WORSHIP by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |