Song 26. See how this Violet which before
I
See how this Violet which before
Hung sullenly her drooping head,
As angry at the ground that bore
The purple treasure which she spred,
Doth smilingly erected grow,
Transplanted to those hils of snow.
II
And whilest the pillows of thy breast
Do her reclining head sustain,
She swels with pride to be so blest,
And doth all others flowers disdain;
Yet weeps that dew which kift her last,
To see her odours so surpast.
III
Poor flower, how far deceiv'd thou wert,
To think the riches of the morn,
Or all the sweets she can impart,
Could these or sweeten, or adorn,
Since thou from them dost borrow sent,
And they to thee lend ornament.