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Dear little Violet,
Don’t be afraid!
Lift your blue eyes
From the rock’s mossy shade.
All the birds call for you
Out of the sky;
May is here waiting,
And here, too, am I.
Come, pretty Violet,
Winter’s away;
Come, for without you
May isn’t May.
Down through the sunshine
Wings flutter and fly;
Quick, little Violet,
Open your eye!
—LUCY LARCOM.