Chapter 30
A SPRAY OF BLOSSOMS, AND AS WELL, SOME VIOLETS GATHERED YESTERDAY, FROM LEAFY WOOD AND SHADED DELL, SWEET CHILDREN OF A FRUITFUL MAY, DEAR MINSTRELS OF THAT SILENT LAY, MORE POTENT THAN AN ORGAN'S SWELL. And now they're withered, all the joy has gone forever, and the scent, Relentless fingers can alloy so much of Nature's sentiment,
So many strains of deep content it takes so little to destroy.
