StoryTitle("caps", "The Violet") ?>
Violet," by Jane Taylor (1783-1824), is another of those dear
old-fashioned poems, pure poetry and pure violet. It is included in this
volume out of respect to my own love for it when I was a child.
PoemStart() ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Down in a green and shady bed", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "A modest violet grew;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "As if to hide from view.", "") ?>
PagePoem(28, "L0", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And yet it was a lovely flower,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "No colours bright and fair;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "It might have graced a rosy bower,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Instead of hiding there.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Yet there it was content to bloom,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "In modest tints arrayed;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And there diffused its sweet perfume,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Within the silent shade.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Then let me to the valley go,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "This pretty flower to see;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "That I may also learn to grow", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "In sweet humility.", "") ?>
PoemAttribution("100", SmallCapsText("Jane Taylor.")) ?>
PoemEnd() ?>