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The Violet Down in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its color bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there. Yet thus it was content to bloom, In modest tints arrayed; And there diffused a sweet perfume, Within the silent shade. In sweet humility. *Jane Taylor*
I chose this poem because it was one of the most beautiful poems that I find interesting. These are one of those poems, where you take a little while to think about; the ones you repeat in your head ‘til u get what it truly means.
I chose this picture to represent my poem, because it was alone, and its stalk was bent. Its color was beautiful, and it has almost everything there is in the poem.
~This poem had a verse of Alliteration ("Silent Shade"). And a Rhyme Scheme, like "bed" & "head" or "flower" & "Bower"~
