Song of Violet (Ballad Meter)

The garden where I could suppose, I loved a little flower with scented leaves, but not a rose, a wasted childhood hour. Among the blooms of regal love a violet had my heart; she hid within the garden grove where salad leaves depart. She shined beneath the window box within my hideaway a glimpse of blue by clustered phlox and I would stay all day. My pride and joy in this wee plot, I'd sit and watch her grow, impatient child who sulked a lot but sat through wind and snow And smiled into the summer sun when first a bud appeared a burst of blue would soon be done once more my heart was cheered.