As violets so be I recluse and sweet, <br />Cheerful as daisies unaccounted rare, <br />Still sunward-gazing from a lowly seat, <br />Still sweetening wintry air. <br /> <br /> <br />While half-awakened Spring lags incomplete, <br />While lofty forest trees tower bleak and bare, <br />Daisies and violets own remotest heat <br />And bloom and make them fair.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-hath-despised-the-day-of-small-things/
