Violets from Plug Street Wood,
Sweet, I send you oversea.
(It is strange that they should be blue,
Blue when his soaked blood was red,
For they grew around his head:
It is strange they should be blue.)

Violets from Plug Street Wood
Think what they have meant to me –
Life and Hope and Love and You
(And you did not see them grow
Where his mangled body lay,
Hiding horror from the day.
Sweetest, it was better so.)

—
Ronald Leighton

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