A dream of violets

The scent of violets, by my pillow blowing,

So stole upon my senses that I dreamed;

Methought, alog a mountain pathway going,

I came where fragrant hosts of violets gleamed.

So thick they grew, such heavenly perfume strowing,

A very Paradise on earth it seemed.

Then spoke my heart: "Her eyes have rested yonder

And left where'er they shone this violet wonder."