Winter Violets
Here are sad flowers, with wintry weeping wet, Dews of the dark that drench the violet. Thus over Her, whom death yet more endears, Nature and Man together blend their tears.
Alfred Austin’s other poems:
- Aspromonte
- Nocturnal Vigils
- Covet Who Will The Patronage Of Kings
- To Robert Louis Stevenson
- When Runnels Began to Leap and Sing
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