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WHITE VIOLETS.
Y sweetest friend I sought to please:I led her down a cool descent,
Where trailed the boughs of ancient trees,
Most quaintly bent.
A glen we found all velvet-lined,
Whence, peering fifty fathoms down,
We saw the flashing rapids wind
Through boulders brown.
Whence, peering fifty fathoms down,
We saw the flashing rapids wind
Through boulders brown.
A light cascade flung crystal globes
O'er dense green moss and slender sedge;
Then flitting on, in gauzy robes,
Waltzed o'er the ledge.
O'er dense green moss and slender sedge;
Then flitting on, in gauzy robes,
Waltzed o'er the ledge.
Full softly shone, through leaves half furled
And filmy, frail, spray-silvered nets,
Those loveliest blossoms in the world,—
White violets.
And filmy, frail, spray-silvered nets,
Those loveliest blossoms in the world,—
White violets.
Oh pure, oh fragrant woodland things!
My friend beheld them with delight;
My friend beheld them with delight;
