Hide a violet.
—ADELAIDE PROCTOR.
The buds of April had burst into bloom on the willow and maple,
Fresh with dew was the sod, with dim blue violets sprinkled.
—D. CHAUNCEY BREWER.
The dream of winter broken,
Behold her, blue and dear,
Shy Violet, sure token
That April’s here!
—FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN.