As a violet's gentle eye Gazes on the azure sky, Until its hue grows like what it beholds; As a gray and empty mist Lies like solid amethyst Over the western mountain it enfolds, When the sunset sleeps Upon its snow; As a strain of sweetest sound Wraps itself the wind around, Until the voiceless wind be music too; As aught dark, vain and dull, Basking in what is beautiful, Is full of light and love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE PURPLE COW by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE DEATH OF THE HIRED MAN by ROBERT FROST LITTLE BILLEE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY THE MAIDS OF ELFIN-MERE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |