No Violets - Poem by Stephen Crane
There was a land where lived no violets.
A traveller at once demanded : 'Why?'
The people told him:
'Once the violets of this place spoke thus:
'Until some woman freely gives her lover
To another woman
We will fight in bloody scuffle.''
Sadly the people added:
'There are no violets here.'
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