the violet - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

ON the mead a violet stood,
Retiring, and of modest mood,
In truth, a violet fair
Then came a youthful shepherdess,

WN in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its
As if to hide from view

Down in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head As if to hide from view
And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colour bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there...

The violet in her greenwood bower,
Where birchen boughs with hazel mingle,
May boast itself the fairest
In glen, or copse, or forest dingle