Their misty violet treasure.
—BAYARD TAYLOR.
But when the green world buds to blossoming,
Keep violets for the spring, and love for youth,
Love that should dwell with beauty, mirth and hope:
Or if a later, sadder love be born,
Let this not look for grace beyond its scope,
But give itself.
—CHRISTINA ROSSETTI.
And now, when summer south-winds blow