64 A GARDEN OF PLEASURE 



them for a space, when they sigh, ( Ay, 

 there's easting in it,' .... sighing sadly 



4 O for the perfect work of time ; 

 O for the other shore ! 

 Where the riddles of years are read at last 

 And the east wind blows no more.' 



Violets are very little flowers, but some- 

 how there's much to say about them ! 

 Under a sunny hedgerow of the Walk 

 meadow, blue and white violets grow to- 

 gether, with a third kind in which the 

 blue seems to run into the white ; white 

 violets dashed with blue or lilac. And 

 two or three years ago under another 

 quickset hedge in our lane, I scattered some 

 seeds of purple violets for the delight of 

 our village children, or for any little way- 

 farers in the spring. The seeds did not 

 seem to come up, and I forgot' all about 

 them till the other day, when we saw, with 

 great satisfaction, a little boy and his big 

 brother happily engaged gathering dark 

 sweet Violets under the barren hedge, and 

 making them up into posies with a few 

 scant early daisies. I sowed many seeds 



