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VIOLET-PLANTING.
Watch faithfully his lonely pillow here;
Let no rude footfall break
Your slender stems, or crush your leaves aside;
See that no harm comes near
The dust to me so dear,
O violets, hear!
The clouds hang low and heavy with warm rain,—
And, when I come again,
Lo, with your blossoms this loved grave shall be
Blue as the marvellous sea,
Laving the borders of his Italy!
Let no rude footfall break
Your slender stems, or crush your leaves aside;
See that no harm comes near
The dust to me so dear,
O violets, hear!
The clouds hang low and heavy with warm rain,—
And, when I come again,
Lo, with your blossoms this loved grave shall be
Blue as the marvellous sea,
Laving the borders of his Italy!
