Classic Poem

1

Here are violets Jessy for thy sleep
Blue with the gales of Spring
In dews of morn they only weep
To thee they'll bloom and sing

2

Sing of green fields and freedom too
When thou and I together
Walked down the wood sides were they grew
In springs first happy weather

3

When hawthorns they were flushed in green
And hazels hung their trails
When sallows shone in golden sheen
And scented morning gales

4

When flowers fell down before the sun
To rise on blossoms new
And I a school boy used to run
To pluck them love for you

5

Nor have I seen them grow more sweet
Than in my native dells
Where still my troubled visions meet
And dearest mem'ry dwells

6

For there my wandering fancy goes
In pastoral love to rest
And when the wind of summer blows
Where can I happier rest

7

For still my Jessy still for thee
Just as those flowers were shaded
By natures woods — my love shall be
When every flower has faded