How sweet to rest, ere dawns the summer’s heat,
Where violets gaze upward to the sky!
—GUNNISON.
Little streams have flowers a-many,
Beautiful and fair as any,—
Arrowhead with eye of jet,
And the water-violet.
—MARY HOWITT.
Soft-breathed winds, under yon gracious moon,
Doing mild errands for mild violets.