Part 2 (1/2)
CHAPTER TWO
Under a mantle of frost-work and snow, Close by the arc of the fairy-queen's ring, Sleeping in delicate grottoes of ice, Cl.u.s.ters of violets dream of the spring.
--D. CHAUNCEY BREWER.
That strain again! It had a dying fall: Oh! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets Stealing and giving odor.
--WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.
Slow rose the silken-fringed lids, and eyes Like violets wet with dew drank in the light.
--GRACE GREENWOOD.
The careful little violet, She makes me think of you, Holding her leafy petticoats From out the morning dew.
--ALICE CARY.
The violet breathes, by our door, as sweetly As in the air of her native East.
--WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
When the earliest violets ope On the sunniest southern slope, When the air is sweet and keen Ere the full-blown flower is seen, When that blithe, forerunning air Breathes more hope than thou canst bear, Thou, oh buried, broken heart, Into quivering life shalt start.
--EDITH M. THOMAS.
The wind-flowers and the violets were still too sound asleep, Under the snow's warm blanket, close folded, soft and deep.
--CELIA THAXTER.
Beautiful maid, discreet, Where is the mate that is meet, Meet for thee--strive as he could-- Yet will I kneel at thy feet, Fearing another one should, Violet!
--COSMO MONKHOUSE.
Violets, shy violets, How many hearts with thee compare, Who hide themselves in thickest green, And thence unseen Ravish the enraptured air With sweetness, dewy, fresh and fair!
--ANONYMOUS.
I think the very violets Are looking the way you'll come!
--ALICE CARY.
Once, long ago, in summer's glow, We threaded, you and I, A garden's maze of pleasant ways, Whose beauty charmed the eye,-- Where violets bent in sweet content And pinks stood proud and high.
--ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN.
Then, feeble man, be wise, tak tent How industry can fetch content.
Behold the bees where'er they wing, Or through the bonny bowers o' spring, Where violets or roses blaw, An' siller dew-draps nightly fa'.
--ROBERT FERGUSON.