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Sir Walter Scott.

The Violet


The violet in her green-wood bower,
Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle,
May boast itself the fairest flower
In glen, or copse, or forest dingle.

Though fair her gems of azure hue,
Beneath the dew-drop's weight reclining;
I've seen an eye of lovelier blue,
More sweet through watery lustre shining.

The summer sun that dew shall dry,
Ere yet the day be passed its morrow;
No longer in my false love's eye
Remained the tear of parting sorrow.

When we two parted    
  In silence and tears,    
Half broken-hearted    
  To sever for years,    
Pale grew thy cheek and cold
  Colder thy kiss;    
Truly that hour foretold    
  Sorrow to this.    
 
The dew of the morning     
  Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning     
  Of what I feel now.     
Thy vows are all broken,     
  And light is thy fame:     
I hear thy name spoken,
  And share in its shame.     
 
They name thee before me,     
  A knell to mine ear;     
A shudder comes o'er me--     
  Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,     
  Who knew thee too well:     
Long, long shall I rue thee,     
  Too deeply to tell.     
 
In secret we met--
  In silence I grieve,     
That thy heart could forget,     
  Thy spirit deceive.     
If I should meet thee     
  After long years,
How should I greet thee?     
  With silence and tears.