Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Songs. I. Like violets pale i the Spring o the yearJames Thomson (18341882)
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Came my Love’s sad eyes to my youth;
Wan and dim with many a tear,
But the sweeter for that in sooth:
Wet and dim,
Tender and true,
Violet eyes
Of the sweetest blue.
Grow my Love’s glad eyes to my prime;
Rich with the purple splendour clear
Of their thoughtful bliss sublime:
Deep and dark,
Solemn and true,
Pansy eyes
Of the noblest blue.