THE VIOLET FARM
No shortest day of all the year
Should fade without a violet's cheer,
Invisible sweetness hid within
And folded up in swathes of green.
Should fade without a violet's cheer,
Invisible sweetness hid within
And folded up in swathes of green.
Though white and purple babes be born
When Daffodil his flaming horn
O'er quiet hills and vales shall sound
And stir the sleepers underground;
When Daffodil his flaming horn
O'er quiet hills and vales shall sound
And stir the sleepers underground;
What country bliss can equal mine,
With violets for my flocks and kine,
With violets for my corn and store?
What could a mortal wish for more?
With violets for my flocks and kine,
With violets for my corn and store?
What could a mortal wish for more?
Under a mountain pansy-dark,
Loved of the eagle and the lark,
And set too low for fear or harm,
'Tis I would have a violet farm.
Loved of the eagle and the lark,
And set too low for fear or harm,
'Tis I would have a violet farm.
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