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1

Her violets in thine eyes

The Springtide stained I know,

Two bits of mystic skies

On which the green turf lies,

Whereon the violets blow.

2

I know the Summer wrought

From thy sweet heart that rose,

With that faint fragrance fraught,

Its sad poetic thought

Of peace and deep repose.

3

That Autumn, like some god,

From thy delicious hair—

Lost sunlight 'neath the sod

Shot up this golden-rod

To toss it everywhere.

4

That Winter from thy breast

The snowdrop's whiteness stole—

Much kinder than the rest—

Thy innocence confessed,

The pureness of thy soul.