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‘SING FOR THE VIOLET!’
Sing for the Violet! sweetest of blossoms,
Purpling the meadow-banks, pearled with the dew;
Or in leaf-labyrinths, or maiden bosoms,
Balmy and beautiful, hiding from view.
Sing for the Violet, sing for the Violet,
Under the shadiness of the green bough!
Purpling the meadow-banks, pearled with the dew;
Or in leaf-labyrinths, or maiden bosoms,
Balmy and beautiful, hiding from view.
Sing for the Violet, sing for the Violet,
Under the shadiness of the green bough!
Sing for the Violet! I know its light o 'love—
Wind of the South, I wot, thou too canst say,
For those same leafy beds and purple banks above,
Thou hast been loitering this livelong day.
Sing for the Violet, sing for the Violet,
Under the shadiness of the green bough!
Wind of the South, I wot, thou too canst say,
For those same leafy beds and purple banks above,
Thou hast been loitering this livelong day.
Sing for the Violet, sing for the Violet,
Under the shadiness of the green bough!
I heard a fairy once chaunt a blythe roundelay;—
Spruce little manakin, tripping along
Through the tall fern-stalks, taking his holyday—
And,—that's the burden he tacked to his song—
Sing for the Violet, sing for the Violet,
Under the shadiness of the green bough!
Spruce little manakin, tripping along
Through the tall fern-stalks, taking his holyday—
And,—that's the burden he tacked to his song—
Sing for the Violet, sing for the Violet,
Under the shadiness of the green bough!
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