Full Lyrics
Sad and pensive I was straying
Underneath the bare brown trees;
O’er the ground went idly playing,
Airy feet of April breeze.
’Neath the leaves their careless sweeping
Brought to view some wee blue thing—
Lo! a Violet was peeping—
First blue Violet of Spring.
All its comrades yet lay sleeping,
Waiting for the sun and rain;
This alone its watch was keeping—
Bravest flower of al the train:
First to hear the wild bee’s humming—
First to hear the Robin sing—
First to tell of Spring’s glad coming—
First sweet Violet of Spring.
’Twas by happy chance I found thee,
Slyly hid from human eye;
Peeping through the brown leaves round thee,
Like a bit of broken sky.
But I know where shines a rarer,
Deeper blue than you can bring;
On her brow you’ll bloom the fairer,
Lovely Violet of Spring.
