 | Here be blue and white violets from the garden wherein grew meadowsweet |  |
PERVERSITY.
In the yellow pitOf a rose's heart,
Half hid from view
A diamond shone
That was made of dew!
But none had wit
To want the stone
That flashed apart,
Alight, alone,
In the yellow cup
Of a rose's heart.
But silver vein
And mass of gold
With endless pain
And toil untold
They strove to win
For years and years,
That they might reap
A crop of tears.
| Here be blue and white violets from the garden wherein grew meadowsweet | |