I FOUND a shy little violet root Half hid in the woods, on a day of spring, And a bird flew over, and looked at it, too, And for joy, as he looked, he began to sing. The sky was the tenderest blue above, -- And the flower like a bit of the sky below; And between them the wonderful winds of God On heavenly errands went to and fro. Away from the summer, and out of the South The bird has followed a whisper true, As out from the brown and desolate sod Stepped the shy little blossom, with eyes of blue. And he sang to her, in the young spring day, Of all the joy in the world astir; And her beauty and fragrance answered him, While the spring and he bent over her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE PORTRAIT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON EMMELINE GRANGERFORD'S 'ODE TO STEPHEN DOLWING BOTS, DEC'D' by SAMUEL LANGHORNE CLEMENS RELIGION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BEFORE ACTION by WILLIAM NOEL HODGSON WRITTEN [OR LINES] IN A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM by THOMAS HOOD A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN HARLEM SHADOWS by CLAUDE MCKAY STANZAS OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF H-- A-- by BERNARD BARTON |