The Poems of William Smith | ||
The violett.
The violet. doth growe in groue or feeldes,In hedges, or in gardens, or high waies,
But whereso'ere it growes, it pleasure yeeldes:
So: where I come, I allwaies finde yor: praise,
Your name, and vertue too, (all people heare)
and touch with wounder, euerie common eare.
The Poems of William Smith | ||