Lines of Violets

Once, while digging 'neath the snow,
'Mid Canadian winter, lo !
To our joy and surprise,
We saw some violets in full bloom,
Gazing at us with loving eyes,
Thanking us for opening their tomb ;
Yet still they seemed so cozy and nice,
Enshrined in the crystal ice.
While all else was drooping, dead,
Gaily they held up their head.

poem by James McIntyre
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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