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Violets, shy violets!

   How many hearts with you compare!

      Who hide themselves in thickest green,

            And thence, unseen,

   Ravish the enraptured air

   With sweetness, dewy fresh and rare!

Violets, shy violets!

   Human hearts to me shall be

      Viewless violets in the grass,

            And as I pass,

   Odours and sweet imagery

   Will wait on mine and gladden me!