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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Violets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">SENT IN A LITTLE BOX.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LET them lie, yes, let them lie, <br>They'll be dead to-morrow: <br>Lift the lid up quietly <br>As you'd lift the mystery <br>Of a shrouded sorrow. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let them lie, the fragrant things, <br>Their sweet souls thus giving: <br>Let no breezes' ambient wings, <br>And no useless water-springs <br>Lure them into living. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They have lived--they live no more: <br>Nothing can requite them <br>For the gentle life they bore <br>And up-yielded in full store <br>While it did delight them. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet, poor flowers, not sad to die <br>In the hand that slew ye, <br>Did ye leave the open sky, <br>And the winds that wandered by, <br>And the bees that knew ye. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Giving up a small earth place, <br>And a day of blooming, <br>Here to lie in narrow space, <br>Smiling in this sickly face, <br>This dull air perfuming? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O my pretty violets dead, <br>Coffined from all gazes, <br>We will also smiling shed <br>Out of our flowers witherèd, <br>Perfume of sweet praises. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And as ye, for this poor sake, <br>Love with life are buying, <br>So, I doubt not, ONE will make <br>All our gathered flowers to take <br>Richer scent through dying.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a></strong></div>

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