Poem by Alfred Austin

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. In Sutton Woods
3. Nocturnal Vigils
4. On Returning To England
5. Messalina

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