Poems (Eliza Gabriella Lewis)/On a Violet
ON A VIOLET.
I placed thee on my breast, sweet flower; There, thou did'st live thy little hour, I pluck 'd thee not from nature's bower—But he—whom I love best,Gave thee to me, with sunny smile, One quiet moonlight night: And though it seemeth a long while, I cannot think that ought of guile Could dim that smile's pure light.
I prized the gift, but oh! much more The sun-bright smile his features wore: Ah! if these happy days are o'er, Still of that smile I'll dream. In vision, it will come to bless, When length'ning shadows fall;And twilight, with her sombre dress Stealeth around in loneliness, 'Twill shed a gleam o'er all.