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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Sarah Helen Whitman

  • A love-tint flushes the wind-flower’s cheek,
  • Rich melodies gush from the violet’s beak,
  • On the rifts of the rock, the wild columbines grow,
  • Their heavy honey-cups bending low.
  • Banks that slope to the southern sky
  • Where languid violets love to lie.
  • Here oft we sought the violet, as it lay
  • Buried in beds of moss and lichens gray.
  • When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.