THERE was a land where lived no violets. A traveller at once demanded: "Why?" The people told him: "Once the violets of this place spoke thus: 'Until some woman freely gives her lover To another woman We will fight in bloody scuffle.'" Sadly the people added: "There are no violets here." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRAFALGAR SQUARE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES IN HOSPITAL: 23. MUSIC by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SKYFARER by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD |