FLOWER SONGS.THE VIOLET.
Soar, solemn skies, your splendid height, And then in flashing darkness bend,Wrap the sweet earth about with night, And wide dim fields from end to end, Lying far off and low, Serenely with your brooding mystery blend.
Slumber, sweet earth! Thy lofty shade Glows with the shining phantom dreamsThat haunt thee nightly. Music made By burdened boughs and rustling streams, Now falling hushed and slow, Remotely lapped in dewy silence seems.
And ever blow between, faint air, Blow with light, hesitating breath
