The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

THE VIOLETS.

Close by the roots of moss-grown stumps,—

The sweetest and the first to blow,—

The blue-eyed violets, in clumps,

Kiss one another as they grow;

And, kissing one another, blend

Their dewy tears upon the earth,

And purest fragrance upward send,

Unconscious types of modest worth!