 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
TO SPRING.
“O ver purpureum!”—Violet-colored SpringPerhaps, good poet, in your vernal days
The simple truth might justify the phrase;
But now, dear Virgil, there is no such thing!
Perhaps, indeed, in your Italian clime,
Where o'er the year, if fair report be true,
Four seasons roll, instead of barely two,
There still may be a verdant vernal time;
But here, on these our chilly northern shores,
Where April gleams with January's snows,—
Not e'en a violet buds; and nothing “blows,”
Save blustering Boreas,—dreariest of bores.
O ver purpureum! where the Spring discloses
Her brightest purple on our lips and noses!
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