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Beneath the shade of a beech tree high In solitude a violet grew. It wished to woo the sunbeams gold And lure them to its realm of blue. The flower in breathless eagerness Waits for the sun-rays from on high And gazes on the sunny world With wistful sighs and tearful eye. The violet longs to curtsey low And dance amidst the sunbeams bright, To have its pretty head adorned With rays of shimmering golden light. The lovely flower droops and weeps; It heaves a piteous, hopeless sigh, For to this realm of shadows soft No rays of sunlight ever fly. The violet's heart in sorrow breaks As on the ground it withering lies. Near by, its dying eyes behold Sun-lighted flowers dance 'neath the skies. |
