Knowledge this man prizes best
Seems fantastic to the rest:
Pondering shadows, colors, clouds,
Grass-buds and caterpillar shrouds,
Boughs on which the wild bees settle,
Tints that spot the violet’s petal.
—RALPH WALDO EMERSON.
But who hath breathed the scent of violets
And not that moment been some lover glad?
—ARLO BATES.