My flower shall be the violet; Though other blooms are sweet and fair, I make my choice with no regret. At twilight, when the sun is set, And myriad perfumes fill the air, My flower shall be the violet. While Night-Wind plays his clarinet For dew-drenched blossoms, everywhere, I make my choice with no regret. I love the crimson rose, and yet It cannot with my choice compare... My flower shall be the violet. Old fashioned, like the minuet, It holds a subtle charm, yet rare; I make my choice with no regret. Some day when worries cease to fret And gardens lure me...from all care, My flower shall be the violet, I make my choice with no regret. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THANKSGIVING DAY by LYDIA MARIA CHILD THE RAINY SUMMER by ALICE MEYNELL SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 131 by PETRARCH SUNSET IN THE DEVIL'S GLEN: COUNTY WICKLOW by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 50. FAREWELL TO JULIET (12) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 10 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH POEM, ADDRESSED TO COLLECTOR MITCHELL by ROBERT BURNS |