THE VIOLET FARM
If I might choose my simple lot
Far from the town and quite forgot,
All in a sheltered nook and warm,
'Tis I would have a violet farm.
Far from the town and quite forgot,
All in a sheltered nook and warm,
'Tis I would have a violet farm.
No daffodils should me entice,
Nor hyacinths with their breath of spice,
The tulip with her painted hood
For me should wither where she stood.
Nor hyacinths with their breath of spice,
The tulip with her painted hood
For me should wither where she stood.
Instead of sheep upon the sward,
The modest violet I would herd.
Instead of golden heads arow,
Would see my violet harvest blow.
The modest violet I would herd.
Instead of golden heads arow,
Would see my violet harvest blow.
Under an arch of wild, wild cloud,
Below an opal mountain bowed,
All in a humid world and cool,
With winds and waters beautiful.
Below an opal mountain bowed,
All in a humid world and cool,
With winds and waters beautiful.
What airs across my farm should breathe!
'Tis sweet where pinks and roses wreath:
But pinks and roses are not sweet
Beside the hidden violet.
'Tis sweet where pinks and roses wreath:
But pinks and roses are not sweet
Beside the hidden violet.
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