AS violets so be I recluse and sweet, Cheerful as daisies unaccounted rare, Still sunward-gazing from a lowly seat, Still sweetening wintry air. While half-awakened Spring lags incomplete, While lofty forest trees tower bleak and bare, Daisies and violets own remotest heat And bloom and make them fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE OLD VICARAGE, GRANTCHESTER by RUPERT BROOKE ON DIGITAL EXTREMITIES by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS HERMOTIMUS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |