“Violet.”
Violet, delicate, sweet,
Down in the deep of the wood,
Hid in thy still retreat,
Far from the sound of the street,
Man and his merciless mood:-
Safe from the storm and the heat,
Breathing of beauty and good
Fragrantly, under thy hood
Violet.
Beautiful maid, discreet,
Where is the mate that is meet,
Meet for thee-strive as he could-
Yet will I kneel at thy feet,
Fearing another one should,
Violet!
Cosmo Monkhouse.