Sweet Violets! from your humble beds Among the moss, beneath the thorn, You rear your unprotected heads, And brave the cold and cheerless morn Of early March; not yet are past The wintry cloud, the sullen blast, Which, when your fragrant buds shall blow, May lay those purple beauties low. Ah, stay awhile, till warmer showers And brighter suns shall cheer the day; Sweet Violets stay, till hardier flowers Prepare to meet the lovely May. Then from your mossy shelter come, And rival every richer bloom; For though their colours gayer shine, Their odours do not equal thine. And thus real merit still may dare to vie, With all that wealth bestows, or pageant heraldry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SILENCES IN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE by WILLIAM BLAKE A DAY DREAM by EMILY JANE BRONTE SEVEN TIMES SEVEN [- LONGING FOR HOME] by JEAN INGELOW THE COLLEGE COLONEL by HERMAN MELVILLE |