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Poem by Alice Dunbar-Nelson


Sonnet


I had not thought of violets late,
The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet
In wistful April days, when lovers mate
And wander through the fields in raptures sweet.
The thought of violets meant florists' shops,
And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine;
And garish lights, and mincing little fops
And cabarets and soaps, and deadening wines.
So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed,
I had forgot wide fields; and clear brown streams;
The perfect loveliness that God has made,
Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams.
And nowunwittingly, you've made me dream
Of violets, and my soul's forgotten gleam.



Alice Dunbar-Nelson


Alice Dunbar-Nelson's other poems:
  1. Impressions
  2. Amid the Roses
  3. Paul to Virginia
  4. Chalmetle
  5. Three Thoughts


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Percy Shelley Sonnet ("Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye there") 1820
  • Rupert Brooke Sonnet ("Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun")
  • Hartley Coleridge Sonnet ("If I have sinned in act, I may repent")
  • Nicholas Breton Sonnet ("The worldly prince doth in his sceptre hold")
  • Amy Levy Sonnet ("Most wonderful and strange it seems, that I")
  • James Lowell Sonnet ("If some small savor creep into my rhyme")
  • Wallace Stevens Sonnet ("Lo, even as I passed beside the booth")

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