(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

Winter Violets

Here are sad flowers, with wintry weeping wet,
Dews of the dark that drench the violet.
Thus over Her, whom death yet more endears,
Nature and Man together blend their tears.

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A simple but deep poem that I think shows the similarities between the death of an element of nature and the death of a human.