Alice Dunbar Nelson - Sonnet

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Alice Dunbar Nelson - Sonnet

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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 now—unwittingly, you've made me dream Of violets, and my soul's forgotten gleam

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  • Alice Dunbar Nelson