The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.
The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Etc (ed. 1871)
The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.
The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Etc (ed. 1871)