Down in a green and shady bed,A modest violet grew.
It’s stalk was bent; it hung it’s head
As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower,
Its colors bright and fair.
It might have graced a lovely bower
Instead of hiding there.
But there it was, content to bloom
In modest tints arrayed,
And there diffuse its sweet perfume
Within the silent shade.
Then let me to the valley go
This pretty flower to see,
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.
Jane Taylor
1783-1824
Photographed10 April 2010
Saturday morning's
Karmelitermarkt
2nd District
Image
© by Merisi
I used to love being able to buy a bunch of Devon violets with my pocket money when I was a kid...or Parma violet sweets, come to that!
ReplyDeleteSo lovely! Our wild violets are blooming like mad -- I'll go gather some for the salad tonight.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely! Our wild violets are blooming like mad -- I'll go gather some for the salad tonight.
ReplyDeleteBrava Merisina for capturing this sweet (no pun intended) violet composition. And thatnk you Vicki Lane for reminding me to put flowers in my salad tonight!
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Beautiful poem and photo. Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from Kuala Lumpur.
great post, as always! very dark dreary day in Pennsylvania today..this brightens things up a bit!! thank you !!
ReplyDeleteSuch a charming post!
ReplyDeleteI have some little violets this year too... I forget about them until up they pop and surprise me.
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