TO THE EARLY VIOLETWhat though thy bed be frozen earth,
Thy cloak the chilling blast;
What though no mate to clear thy path,
Thy sky with gloom o'ercast --
What though of love itself doth fail,
Thy fragrance strewed in vain;
What though if bad o'er good prevail,
And vice o'er virtue reign --
Change not thy nature, gentle bloom,
Thou violet, sweet and pure,
But ever pour thy sweet perfume
Unasked, unstinted, sure !
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To all you early violets out there, keep on keeping on! You may one day be a butterfly, who knows. Remember always do your best. No one can expect anything more and no one should expect anything less. I am grateful for this poem and picture; for them I have my friend Abhaa to thank.








1 comment:
All the perfumes will vanish
with the smoke from the Vivekananda's pipes and cigars.
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