Part 13 (1/2)

CHAPTER NINE

These fall-time violets seem Like a dream within a dream.

--ANONYMOUS.

O that I were listening under the olives!

So should I hear behind in the woodland The peasants talking. Either a woman, A wrinkled grandame, stands in the suns.h.i.+ne, Stirs the brown soil in an acre of violets-- Large odorous violets--and answers slowly A child's swift babble; or else at noon The laborers come.

--MARGARET L. WOODS.

The violets meet and disport themselves, Under the trees, by tens and twelves.

--D. CHAUNCEY BREWER.

Shall I tell you what wonderful fancy Built up this palace for me?

It was only a little white violet I found at the root of a tree.

--ADELAIDE PROCTOR.

From the field by the river's brink, Where violets hid his nest, Soars high with a canticle of the blest The jubilant bobolink.

--FRANCES L. MACE.

Open wide the windows-- The green hills are in sight, Winds are whispering, ”Violets!”

And--there's a daisy white, And the great sun says, ”Good morning!”

And the valleys sing delight.

--ANONYMOUS.

Violets, faint with love's perfume, Lie hid in tall green gra.s.ses.

--MARY E. BLAKE.

The woodbine I will pu' when the e'ening star is near, And the diamond drops o' dew shall be her een sae clear, The violets for modesty which weel she fa's to wear.

--ROBERT BURNS.

The bright-eyed daisy, the violet sweet, The blus.h.i.+ng poppy that nods and trembles In its scarlet hood among the wheat.

--WILLIAM W. STORY.

In meadows bright with violets And Spring's fair children of the sun.

--TRIPP.

Why do you s.h.i.+ver so, Violet sweet?

Soft is the meadow-gra.s.s Under my feet.