O thou wouldst joy to live in such a place;
Dusk for our loves, yet light enough to grace
Those gentle limbs on mossy bed reclind:
For by one step the blue sky shouldst thou find,
And by another, in deep dell below,
See, through the trees, a little river go
All in its mid-day gold and glimmering.
Honey from out the gnarled hive Ill bring,
And apples, wan with sweetness, gather thee,
Cresses that grow where no man may them see,
And sorrel untorn by the dew-clawd stag:
Pipes will I fashion of the syrinx flag
From "Endymion" by John Keats
Violet Wood Sorrel, a small, delicate woodland wildflower, blooms in the spring. Each charming flower is on its own stalk, held above the attractive three-part clover-like leaves. The leaves are often dark reddish-purple underneath, and may have patches of purple on top as well. The flower color is actually lavendar to pink, not a darker violet as its name would suggest.