Under the violets, blue and sweet,
  Where low the willow droops and weeps,
Where children tread with timid feet,
  When twilight o’er the forest creeps,
  She sleeps,—my little darling sleeps.

Breathe low and soft, O wind! breathe low
  Where so much loveliness is laid!
Pour out thy heart in strains of woe,
  O bird! that in...