Alfred Austin (Àëüôðåä Îñòèí)

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. 

1. To Robert Louis Stevenson
2. The Owl and the Lark
3. Aspromonte
4. Why Should I, From This Long And Losing Strife
5. The Silent Muse

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