Author George Meredith We violets white and blue, From off the vernal banks, In homage come to you, And shun the word of " Thanks". Our joy is unsurpassed By those among the Blest, May we but breathe our last Beside Ulrica's breast. 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