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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).
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.
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.
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 beauteous pansies rise
In purple, gold, and blue,
With tints of rainbow hue
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The beauteous pansies rise
In purple, gold, and blue,
With tints of rainbow hue
Mocking the sunset skies.
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.
