102 STANZAS TO TWO EARLY VIOLETS, 
STANZAS TO TWO EARLY VIOLETS. 
Twins of the spring, 
What airs of wood-wild sweets 
Lurk in your fragrant leaves! 
What dreams ye bring 
Of early, nameless joys, that youth first 
greets, 
Ere time the heart bereaves 
Of all its gladness ! 
Oh ! vague delight, 
Which hails the vernal day 
Of youthful flowery morn. 
With hopes as bright 
As Nature’s robe is gorgeously gay, 
Ere the fresh heart is worn 
By with’ring sadness. 
Oh ! vague delight! 
No more in after-day 
Ye ever can return ; 
A mildew’d blight 
Obscures the brightness of that matin ray. 
And then we just discern 
Our joys were madness. 
