And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

They are all in the lily-bed, cuddled close together--
Purple, Yellow-cap, and little Baby-blue;
How they ever read more

They are all in the lily-bed, cuddled close together--
Purple, Yellow-cap, and little Baby-blue;
How they ever got there you must ask the April weather,
The morning and the evening winds, the sunshine and the dew.

Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for
thoughts.

Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for
thoughts.

The delicate thought, that cannot find expression,
For ruder speech too fair,
That, like thy petals, trembles read more

The delicate thought, that cannot find expression,
For ruder speech too fair,
That, like thy petals, trembles in possession,
And scatters on the air.

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought,
Which would the picture give us of these?
Surely the read more

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought,
Which would the picture give us of these?
Surely the heart that conceived it sought
Heart's ease.

Darker than darkest pansies.

Darker than darkest pansies.

Heart's ease! one could look for half a day
Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out
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Heart's ease! one could look for half a day
Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out
Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow,
That gave this gentle name.

Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before read more

Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

I pray, what flowers are these?
The pansy this,
O, that's for lover's thoughts.

I pray, what flowers are these?
The pansy this,
O, that's for lover's thoughts.