Villanelle - Roland Leighton<br /><br />Violets from Plug Street Wood,<br />Sweet, I send you oversea.<br />(It is strange they should be blue,<br />Blue, when his soaked blood was red,<br />For they grew around his head;<br />It is strange they should be blue.)<br /><br />Violets from Plug Street Wood-<br />Think what they have meant to me-<br />Life and Hope and Love and You<br />(And you did not see them grow<br />Where his mangled body lay<br />Hiding horror from the day;<br />Sweetest it was better so.)<br /><br />Violets from oversea,<br />To your dear, far, forgetting land<br />These I send in memory,<br />Knowing you will understand.