FULL of graciousness, full of grace, Bright and merry from top to toe, Fairy figure and fairiest face, Deep, soft eyes like a startled doe, Dusky tresses that wave and blow, Chaining our hearts in their silken net -- Thus is thy likeness drawn, I trow, Modest maid of the violet! Grave Old Yale is an altered place; Gray walls answer thy laughter low -- Eli's sons are a merrier race; Under thy glances they gladsome grow, Study and care to the winds they throw, Sigh for the smile of a coy coquette -- @3Vogue la galere@1 is @3comme il faut@1, Modest maid of the violet! Locked at length in a light embrace, Swung to the swirl of the sound-waves' flow -- Lights that mingle and interlace -- Rose-leaf blushes that come and go, Eyes that whisper to eyes that know -- We shall remember -- will you forget? What new dreams will the morrow show, Modest maid of the violet? L'ENVOI After the parting, amid our woe One consolation remaineth yet -- Thou wilt return in a year or so, Modest maid of the violet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LAST MAN'S CLUB by JAMES GALVIN TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |