In Divers Tones

by Charles G.D. Roberts

Edited by Tracy Ware


 

THE BLUE VIOLET


 

Blossom that spread’st, as spring brings in
   Her sudden flights of swallows,
Thy nets of blue, cool-meshed and thin,
   In rain-wet pasture hollows,—

Thronging the dim grass everywhere

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   Amid thy heart-leaves tender,
Thy temperate fairness seems more fair
   Even than August’s splendor!

Yet do I hear complaints of thee,—
   Men doubting of thy fragrance!

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Ah, Dear, thou hast revealed to me
    That shyest of perfume-vagrants.

Do ever so, my Flower discreet,
   And all the world be fair to,
While men but guess that rarest sweet

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   Which one alone can swear to!