Imperial Roman Caesar never wore
More lovely robe of royal, purple hue,
Than glows to-day amidst the fragrant store
Of violets, sparkling 'neath the pearly dew!
From amethystine tint to darkest shade
Of lapis lazuli the violets shine,
Weaving a subtle, magic spell, all made
Of beauty woven from the years divine!
A cloud of perfumed sweetness rises fair,
With scented memories of bygone days,
From crystal bowl, and fills the cool June air,
Old Friends; long-dead Romance; and half sung lays!
Hail! Purple violets in Imperial state!
You come to bring the past to life again.
Sweet-scented floral messengers of Fate,
You whisper low that Love shall conquer pain!
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 8 September 1934;
and later in
Australian Violets by Ivy Moore, 1937.
Author reference sites: Austlit
See also.
More lovely robe of royal, purple hue,
Than glows to-day amidst the fragrant store
Of violets, sparkling 'neath the pearly dew!
From amethystine tint to darkest shade
Of lapis lazuli the violets shine,
Weaving a subtle, magic spell, all made
Of beauty woven from the years divine!
A cloud of perfumed sweetness rises fair,
With scented memories of bygone days,
From crystal bowl, and fills the cool June air,
Old Friends; long-dead Romance; and half sung lays!
Hail! Purple violets in Imperial state!
You come to bring the past to life again.
Sweet-scented floral messengers of Fate,
You whisper low that Love shall conquer pain!
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 8 September 1934;
and later in
Australian Violets by Ivy Moore, 1937.
Author reference sites: Austlit
See also.
