Violet! sweet violet! | 1 |
Thine eyes are full of tears; | 2 |
Are they wet | 3 |
Even yet | 4 |
with the thought of other years, | 5 |
or with gladness are they full, | 6 |
for the night so beautiful, | 7 |
and longing for those far-off spheres? | 8 |
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Loved one of my youth thou wast, | 9 |
of my merry youth, | 10 |
and I see | 11 |
tearfully, | 12 |
all the fair and sunny past, | 13 |
all its openness and truth. | 14 |
Ever fresh and green in thee | 15 |
as the moss is in the sea. | 16 |
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Thy little heart, that hath with love | 17 |
grown colored like the sky above, | 18 |
on which thou lookest ever,--- | 19 |
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Can it know | 20 |
all the woe. | 21 |
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Of hope for what returneth never, | 22 |
all the sorrow and the longing | 23 |
to these hearts of ours belonging! | 24 |
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Out on it! No foolish pining | 25 |
for the sky | 26 |
dims thine eyes, | 27 |
or for the stars so calmly shinning; | 28 |
like thee let this soul of mine | 29 |
take hue from that wherefor I long, | 30 |
self-stayed and high, serene and strong, | 31 |
Not satisfied with hoping-but divine. | 32 |
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Violet! dear violet! | 33 |
Thy blue eyes are only wet | 34 |
with joy and love of him who sent thee, | 35 |
and for the fulfilling sense | 36 |
of that glad obedience | 37 |
which made thee all which nature meant thee | 38 |