Brotherhood

Knew not the Sun, sweet Violet,

The while he gleaned the snow,

That thou in darkness sepulchred,

Wast slumbering below?

Or spun a splendour of surprise

Around him to behold thee rise?

Saw not the Star, sweet Violet,

What time a drop of dew

Let fall his image from the sky

Into thy deeper blue?

Nor waxed he tremulous and dim

When rival Dawn supplanted him?

And dreamest thou, sweet Violet,

That I, the vanished Star,

The Dewdrop, and the morning Sun

Thy closest kinsmen are -

So near that, waking or asleep,

We each and all thine image keep?