Monday, December 6, 2010

Happy Birthday Sweet Violet

110 years ago today Agnes Robertson Moorehead was born.  The world was yet unaware of the talented secreted away in this tiny baby.  Lavender Lady, Sweet Violet Shakespeare surely predicted your coming:

Sonnet XCIX.

The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair:
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see
But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.

Happy birthday darling girl!  We are all the better for having known you.

1 comment:

marienoreene said...

Happy Birthday dear Aggie!!!

We are so fortunate to have seen your marvelous talents... You are never forgotten...

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