Violets, I love you.
—GRACE HIBBARD.
When violets lean
O’er wandering brooks and springs unseen,
Or columbines, in purple drest,
Nod o’er the ground-bird’s hidden nest.
—WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
My chill-veined snow-drops,—choicer yet
My white or azure violet.
—CHRISTINA ROSSETTI.