To A Violet

Violet, dear violet, silvered with dew,

Tell me sweet flower, shall I pluck you,

And carry you tenderly, place you there,

In the soft coils of my lady’s hair?

Or would you prefer to live and die

In the sweet old bed where you gracefully lie?

Your fair head s shaken by morning’s pure breath;

Ah, come with me then and find a sweet death.

Dec. 1, ‘90

Pub. in Ct

Valley Ad.