SONGS AND CHORUS 349 



In the morn with golden fire 

 Scented too, they'd smell like me 

 All Elysian pungency. 



VIOLETS 



We are Violets blue, 



For our sweetness found 

 Careless in the mossy shades, 



Looking on the ground. 

 Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss 

 Such our breath and blueness is. 



lo, the mild shape 



Hidden by Jove's fears, 

 Found us first i' the sward, when she 



For hunger stoop'd in tears. 

 " Wheresoe'er her lip she sets," 

 Jove said, "be breaths call'd Violets." 



POPPIES 



We are slumberous Poppies, 



Lords of Lethe downs, 

 Some awake, and some asleep, 



Sleeping in our crowns. 

 What perchance our dreams may know, 

 Let our serious beauty show. 



Central depth of purple, 



Leaves more bright than rose, 

 Who shall tell what brightest thought 



