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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.
Pansies in soft April rains
Fill their stalks with honeyed sap
Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.
Pansies in soft April rains
Fill their stalks with honeyed sap
Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.
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.
Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for
thoughts.
Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for
thoughts.
And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
Pansies for ladies all--(I wis
That none who wear such brooches miss
A jewel in the mirror).
Pansies for ladies all--(I wis
That none who wear such brooches miss
A jewel in the mirror).
Pansies? You praise the ones that grow today
Here in the garden; had you seen the place
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Pansies? You praise the ones that grow today
Here in the garden; had you seen the place
When Sutherland was living!
Here they grew,
From blue to deeper blue, in midst of each
A golden dazzle like a glimmering star,
Each broader, bigger than a silver crown;
While here the weaver sat, his labor done,
Watching his azure pets and rearing them,
Until they seem'd to know his step and touch,
And stir beneath his smile like living things:
The very sunshine loved them, and would lie
Here happy, coming early, lingering late,
Because they were so fair.
Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
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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.
