Poem by George Meredith

Unknown Fair Faces

Violets, shy violets!
How many hearts with you compare!
Who hide themselves in thickest green,
And thence, unseen,
Ravish the enraptured air
With sweetness, dewy fresh and rare!

Violets, shy violets!
Human hearts to me shall be
Viewless violets in the grass,
And as I pass,
Odours and sweet imagery
Will wait on mine and gladden me! 

1. Mother to Babe
2. Modern Love. Sonnet 38. Give to Imagination
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 41. How Many a Thing which We Cast to the Ground
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 23. 'Tis Christmas Weather
5. Modern Love. Sonnet 16. In our Old Shipwrecked Days

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