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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.