—NATHANIEL P. WILLIS.
Once more, dear friend, the violet bank we seek,
And tread with joy our old familiar ways.
—JESSIE CUNNINGHAM HOWDEN.
Cheek o’er cheek, and with red so tender
Rippling bright through the gypsy brown,
Just to see how a lady’s splendor
Shone the heads of the daffodils down.
Winds through the violets’ misty covering
Now kissed the white ones and now the blue,