VIOLET FAMILY 147 
The violet in her greenwood bower, 
Where Birchen boughs with Hazel mingle, 
May boast itself the fairest flower 
In glen, or copse, or forest dingle. 
Sir Walter Scott. 
After the slumber of the year, 
The woodland violets reappear ; 
All things revive in field and grove, 
And sea and sky; but two which move 
And form all others, life and love. 
Shelley. 
“A Violet by a mossy stone, 
Half hidden from the eye.” 
