SWEET violet, who knows From whence thy fragrance flows Or whither hence it goes? A pious pilgrim here To Winter's sepulchre Thou comest year by year Alert with balmier store Than Magdalen of yore To Love's anointing bore. Methinks that thou hast been So oft the go-between 'Twixt sight and things unseen That with thy wafted breath Alternate echoeth Each bank of sundering Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 4. REVEILLE by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SWEET MEETING OF DESIRES by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THERMOPYLAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS PICTURESQUE; A FRAGMENT by JOHN AIKIN SONNET: EGYPT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH STARRY NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD; OR COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS by RICHARD BARNFIELD |