The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

A BLUE VIOLET


 

BLOSSOM that spread'st, ere 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 splendour!

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

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Ah, Dear, thou has 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.