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 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. 
And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
 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. 
 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. 
Darker than darkest pansies.
Darker than darkest pansies.
 Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for 
thoughts.  
 Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for 
thoughts. 
 I send thee pansies while the year is young,
 Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night;
  Flowers read more 
 I send thee pansies while the year is young,
 Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night;
  Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung
   By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light;
    And if in recollection lives regret
     For wasted days and dreams that were not true,
      I tell thee that the "pansy freak'd with jet"
       Is still the heart's ease that the poets knew
        Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought,
         And for the pansies send me back a thought. 
 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.