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.

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.

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 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.

Darker than darkest pansies.

Darker than darkest pansies.

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.

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

They are all in the lily-bed, cuddled close together--
Purple, Yellow-cap, and little Baby-blue;
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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.