Who Hath Despised The Day Of Small Things?
As violets so be I recluse and sweet,
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Cheerful as daisies unaccounted rare,
Still sunward-gazing from a lowly seat,
Still sweetening wintry air.
While half-awakened Spring lags incomplete,
While lofty forest trees tower bleak and bare,
Daisies and violets own remotest heat
And bloom and make them fair.