Author Mortimer Collins I O HAPPY buds of violet! I give them to my sweet, and she Puts them where something sweeter yet Must always be. II White violets find whiter rest: For fairest flowers how fair a fate! For me remain, O fragrant breast! Inviolate. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments