The Lesser Beauty.
You are the first wild violet of the year; Young grass you are, and apple-bloom, and spray Of honeysuckle; you are dawn of day. And the first snow-fall! It is you I hear When the March robin calls me loud and clear. Or lonely rill goes singing on its way Like some small flute of heav'n; or when the gray Sad wood-dove calls and early stars appear. And you it is within the wayside shrine Carved tenderly; and in the folded wings On some neglected tomb; and in the vine And leaf and saint of old imaginings On some forgotten missal, little things We would not barter for things more divine!
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