Violets unclosed their still blue eyes
In the green fair world of God!
—EMILY S. OAKEY.
Kiss mine eyelids, beauteous Morn,
Blushing into life new-born!
Lend me violets for my hair,
And thy russet robe to wear!
—OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
The south wind is like a gentle friend
Parting the hair so softly on my brow.