Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
Alfred Lord TennysonThe smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.
Alfred Lord TennysonI come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Alfred Lord Tennyson