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But we bring violets, Great masses--single, sweet, Wood-violets, stream-violets, Violets from a wet marsh.

Violets in clumps from hills, Tufts with earth at the roots, Violets tugged from rocks, Blue violets, moss, cliff, river-violets.

Yellow violets' gold, Burnt with a rare tint-- Violets like red ash Among tufts of grass.

We bring deep-purple Bird-foot violets.

We bring the hyacinth-violet, Sweet, bare, chill to the touch-- And violets whiter than the in-rush Of your own white surf.