Pax Vobiscum.
1 Her violets in thine eyes The Springtide stained I know, Two bits of mystic skies On which the green turf lies, Whereon the violets blow. 2 I know the Summer wrought From thy sweet heart that rose, With that faint fragrance fraught, Its sad poetic thought Of peace and deep repose. 3 That Autumn, like some god, From thy delicious hair-- Lost sunlight 'neath the sod Shot up this golden-rod To toss it everywhere. 4 That Winter from thy breast The snowdrop's whiteness stole-- Much kinder than the rest-- Thy innocence confessed, The pureness of thy soul.
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