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VIOLET-PLANTING.
For these be careful and most loving bauds,
Fearing and hoping much,
Which thus disturb your fair and wondering bands
But to transfer them to more holy ground.
Fearing and hoping much,
Which thus disturb your fair and wondering bands
But to transfer them to more holy ground.
Dear violets, bloom and live!
To this beloved tomb
Your beauty and your bloom
Are the most precious tribute we can give;
And O, if your sweet soul of odor goes,
Blended with the dear trills of singing birds,
Farther than my poor speech
Or wailing cry can reach
Iuto that realm of shadowy repose,
Toward which I blindly yearn,
Praying in silence, "O my love, return!"
Yet dare not try to touch with groping words,
So far it seems, and sweet,—
The realm wherein I may not hope to be
Until my way-worn feet
Put off the shoes of this mortality,—
O, let your incense-breath,
Laden with all this weight of love and woe
For him who went away so long ago,
Bridge for me Time and Death!
To this beloved tomb
Your beauty and your bloom
Are the most precious tribute we can give;
And O, if your sweet soul of odor goes,
Blended with the dear trills of singing birds,
Farther than my poor speech
Or wailing cry can reach
Iuto that realm of shadowy repose,
Toward which I blindly yearn,
Praying in silence, "O my love, return!"
Yet dare not try to touch with groping words,
So far it seems, and sweet,—
The realm wherein I may not hope to be
Until my way-worn feet
Put off the shoes of this mortality,—
O, let your incense-breath,
Laden with all this weight of love and woe
For him who went away so long ago,
Bridge for me Time and Death!
