I had no thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet In wistful April days, when lovers mate And wander through the fields in raptures sweet. The thought of violets meant florists' shops, And bows and pins, an... Read more of Sonnet at Martin Luther King.caInformational Site Network Informational
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To Mary

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Oh! blame me not, Mary, for gazing at you,
Nor suppose that my thoughts from the Preacher were straying,
Tho' I stole a few glances--believe me 'tis true--
They were sweet illustrations of what he was saying.

For, when he observed that Perfection was not
To be found upon Earth--for a moment I bent
A look upon you--and could swear on the spot
That perfection in Beauty was not what he meant.

And when, with emotion, the worthy Divine
On the doctrine of loving our neighbours insisted,
I felt, if their forms were as faultless as thine,
I could love every soul of them while I existed.

And Mary, I'm sure 'twas the fault of those eyes--
'Twas the lustre of them to the error gave birth--
That, while he spoke of Angels that dwelt in the Skies,
I was gazing with rapture at one upon Earth.





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