~ Violet ~
The Colour of Violet:
Spirituality
Royalty
Mystery
Wisdom
Transformation
Independence
Enlightenment
Respect
Wealth
~ Why better than the lady rose
Love I this little flower
Because its fragrant leaves are those
I loved in childhood's hour
Though many a flower may win my praise
The Violet has my love
I did not pass my childish days
In garden or in grove
My garden was the window seat
Upon whose edge was set
A little vase, the fair, the sweet
It was the Violet
It was my pleasure and my pride
How I did watch its growth
For health and bloom what plans I tried
And often injured both
I placed it in the summer shower
I placed it in the sun
And ever, at the evening hour
My work seem'd half undone
The broad leaves spread, the small buds grew
How slow they seem'd to be
At last there came a tinge of blue
'Twas worth the world to me ~
Miss Landon
~ Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm desire
Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing
Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing
Thus we salute thee with our early Song
And welcome thee, and wish thee long ~
John Milton
~ If I can stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one life the aching
Or cool one pain
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again
I shall not
live in vain ~
Emily Dickinson
~ Who never lost, are unprepared
A Coronet to find
Who never thirsted
Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind
Who never climbed the weary league
Can such a foot explore
The purple territories
On Pizarro's shore
How many Legions overcome
The Emperor will say
How many Colors taken
On Revolution Day
How many Bullets bearest
Hast Thou the Royal scar
Angels! Write Promoted
On this Soldier's brow ~
Emily Dickinson
når jeg kommer hjem fra Paris ~
F. Sabrina
When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut
Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?
When, when, Peace, will you, Peace?
I’ll not play hypocrite
To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but
That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows
Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it
O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu
Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite
That plumes to Peace thereafter
And when Peace here does house
He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo
He comes to brood and sit ~
Gerard Manley Hopkins
~ ’T is so much joy! ’T is so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
This side the victory
Life is but life, and death but death
Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath
And if, indeed, I fail
At least to know the worst is sweet
Defeat means nothing but defeat
No drearier can prevail
And if I gain,—oh, gun at sea
Oh, bells that in the steeples be
At first repeat it slow
For heaven is a different thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in
And might o’erwhelm me so ~
Emily Dickinson
~ Hail holy light,
Of spring of Heav'n first-born
Or of th' Eternal Coeternal beam
May I express thee unblam'd Since God is light
And never but in unapproachèd light
Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee
Bright effluence of bright essence increate
Or hear'st thou rather pure Ethereal stream,
Whose Fountain who shall tell? before the Sun
Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice
Of God, as with a Mantle didst invest
The rising world of waters dark and deep
Won from the void and formless infinite
Thee I re-visit now with bolder wing
Escap't the Stygian Pool, though long detain'd
In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight
Through utter and through middle darkness borne
With other notes then to th' Orphean Lyre
I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night
Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down
The dark descent, and up to reascend
Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe
And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou
Revisit'st not these eyes, that rowle in vain
To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn
So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs
Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more
Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt
Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill
Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief
Thee Sion and the flowrie Brooks beneath
That wash thy hallowd feet, and warbling flow
Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget
Those other two equal'd with me in Fate
So were I equal'd with them in renown
Blind Thamyris and blind Mæonides
And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old
Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move
Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful Bird
Sings darkling, and in shadiest Covert hid
Tunes her nocturnal Note. Thus with the Year
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn
Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine
But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me, from the chearful waies of men
Cut off, and for the Book of knowledge fair
Presented with a Universal blanc
Of Natures works to mee expung'd and ras'd
And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out
So much the rather thou Celestial light
Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers
Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence
Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell
Of things invisible to mortal sight ~
John Milton
~ To Sleep I give my powers away
My will is bondsman to the dark
I sit within a helmless bark
And with my heart I muse and say
O heart, how fares it with thee now
That thou should’st fail from thy desire
Who scarcely darest to inquire
‘What is it makes me beat so low
Something it is which thou hast lost
Some pleasure from thine early years
Break, thou deep vase of chilling tears
That grief hath shaken into frost
Such clouds of nameless trouble cross
All night below the darken’d eyes
With morning wakes the will, and cries
Thou shalt not be the fool of loss ~
Alfred Tennyson
~ Look at the stars, look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves’-eyes!
The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!
Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare!
Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare!—
Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize.
Buy then! bid then!—What?—Prayer, patience, aims, vows.
Look, look: a May-mess, like on orchard boughs!
Look! March-bloom, like on mealed-with-yellow sallows!
These are indeed the barn; withindoors house
The shocks. This piece-bright paling shuts the spouse
Christ home, Christ and his mother and all his hallows ~
Gerard Manley Hopkins
~ The Lady Of Shalott~
~ On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky
And through the field the road runs by
To many-towered Camelot
And up and down the people go
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below
The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot
Four grey walls, and four grey towers
Overlook a space of flowers
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott
By the margin, willow-veiled
Slide the heavy barges trailed
By slow horses; and unhailed
The shallop flitteth silken-sailed
Skimming down to Camelot
But who hath seen her wave her hand
Or at the casement seen her stand
Or is she known in all the land
The Lady of Shalott
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to towered Camelot
And by the moon the reaper weary
Piling sheaves in uplands airy
Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott."
Part II
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay
She has heard a whisper say
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot
She knows not what the curse may be
And so she weaveth steadily
And little other care hath she
The Lady of Shalott
And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year
Shadows of the world appear
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot
There the river eddy whirls
And there the surly village-churls
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad
An abbot on an ambling pad
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad
Or long-haired page in crimson clad
Goes by to towered Camelot
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two
She hath no loyal knight and true
The Lady of Shalott
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot
Or when the moon was overhead
Came two young lovers lately wed
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott
Part III
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves
He rode between the barley-sheaves
The sun came dazzling through the leaves
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot
A red-cross knight for ever kneeled
To a lady in his shield
That sparkled on the yellow field
Beside remote Shalott
The gemmy bridle glittered free
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot
And from his blazoned baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung
And as he rode his armour rung
Beside remote Shalott
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewelled shone the saddle-leather
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burned like one burning flame together
As he rode down to Camelot
As often through the purple night
Below the starry clusters bright
Some bearded meteor, trailing light
Moves over still Shalott
His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed
On burnished hooves his war-horse trode
From underneath his helmet flowed
His coal-black curls as on he rode
As he rode down to Camelot
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot
She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces through the room
She saw the water-lily bloom
She saw the helmet and the plume
She looked down to Camelot
Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror cracked from side to side
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott
Part IV
In the stormy east-wind straining
The pale yellow woods were waning
The broad stream in his banks complaining
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance
Seeing all his own mischance
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay
The broad stream bore her far away
The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right
The leaves upon her falling light
Through the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among
They heard her singing her last song
The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly
Till her blood was frozen slowly
And her eyes were darkened wholly
Turned to towered Camelot
For ere she reached upon the tide
The first house by the water-side
Singing in her song she died
The Lady of Shalott
Under tower and balcony
By garden-wall and gallery
A gleaming shape she floated by
Dead-pale between the houses high
Silent into Camelot
Out upon the wharfs they came
Knight and burgher, lord and dame
And round the prow they read her name
The Lady of Shalott
Who is this, and what is here
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer
And they crossed themselves for fear
All the knights at Camelot
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face
God in his mercy lend her grace
The Lady of Shalott ~
Alfred Tennyson
~ det farvede slør
som de som lever kaller livet ~
W. Sommerset Maugham
~ Let nothing upset you
let nothing startle you
All things pass
God does not change
Patience wins
all it seeks
Whoever has God
lacks nothing
God alone is enough ~
Teresa of Avila
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