John Bannister Tabb

1845-1909 / the United States

To The Violet

Sweet violet, who knows
From whence thy fragrance flows
Or whither hence it goes?
A pious pilgrim here
To Winter's sepulchre
Thou comest year by year
Alert with balmier store
Than Magdalen of yore
To Love's anointing bore.
Methinks that thou hast been
So oft the go-between
'Twixt sight and things unseen
That with thy wafted breath
Alternate echoeth
Each bank of sundering Death.
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