KNEW not the Sun, sweet Violet, The while he gleaned the snow, That thou in darkness sepulchred, Wast slumbering below? Or spun a splendor of surprise Around him to behold thee rise? Saw not the Star, sweet Violet, What time a drop of dew Let fall his image from the sky Into thy deeper blue? Nor waxed he tremulous and dim When rival Dawn supplanted him? And dreamest thou, sweet Violet, That I, the vanished Star, The Dewdrop, and the morning Sun, Thy closest kinsmen are -- So near that, waking or asleep, We each and all thine image keep? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I AM A LIBERAL by ROBERT BROWNING WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT by ROBERT BURNS NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH [OR ENGLISH] SAILOR [BOY] by THOMAS CAMPBELL ULTIMA THULE: DEDICATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN A GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ON VENUS ARISING FROM THE SEA by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE IVORY GATE; THRENODY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |