Leaving Spring to pay the cost?
For it seems he still is king,
Though ’tis spring.
—CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH.
See, the violets call from out the grasses,
Look, the purple answers from the ground;
Azure melts and to that warbler passes,
Sudden, a sky-fleck on the fences found!
—CHARLES DE KAY.
I know that thou art the word of my God, dear violet.