I love the blue of the violet fair,
In the beauteous sunshine glowing,
When it sheds its perfume on the air,
All its azure glories showing!
But the bloom forsakes the violet's face,
And its gaudy glory dies,
Whene'er I fondly seek to trace
The depth of thine azure eyes.

I love the blue of the summer sky
When the early lark is singing,
And when the stars are twinkling high,
And the evening bells are ringing;
But dim to me is the starlight's gleam,
And the softly purpling skies,
When compared to the brightly shining beam
That dwells in thy soft blue eyes.

I love the blue of the mighty deep
When the ocean waves are flying,
Or when its breast is hushed to sleep,
And the gentle breeze is sighing;
But tame to me is the blue of the sea,
The violet and the skies,
Whene'er I fondly gaze on thee,
And thrill beneath thine eyes.