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WHITE VIOLETS.
Y sweetest friend I sought to please: I led her down a cool descent,Where trailed the boughs of ancient trees, Most quaintly bent.A glen we found all velvet-lined, Whence, peering fifty fathoms down,We saw the flashing rapids wind Through boulders brown.
A light cascade flung crystal globes O'er dense green moss and slender sedge;Then flitting on, in gauzy robes, Waltzed o'er the ledge.
Full softly shone, through leaves half furled And filmy, frail, spray-silvered nets,Those loveliest blossoms in the world,— White violets.
Oh pure, oh fragrant woodland things! My friend beheld them with delight;
