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POEMS.
Pansies.
Pansies, pansies everywhere!
Just one blooming acre—
Single, double, dark, and fair,
Reigning favorites, their parterre
Recompensing skill and care
Of some pansy-maker.
Just one blooming acre—
Single, double, dark, and fair,
Reigning favorites, their parterre
Recompensing skill and care
Of some pansy-maker.
Innocent and saucy-eyed,
Looking straight to heaven,
Some are standing close beside
Others drooping, mortified,
As if to their conscious pride
Rude rebuff were given.
Looking straight to heaven,
Some are standing close beside
Others drooping, mortified,
As if to their conscious pride
Rude rebuff were given.
One there is that looks to me,
Tall and slim and speckled,
Like a true facsimile
Of a female that I see
Every clay, a spinster she,
Angular and freckled.
Tall and slim and speckled,
Like a true facsimile
Of a female that I see
Every clay, a spinster she,
Angular and freckled.
Still another, dewy wet,
Pink, with edges golden,
Like grandmother's china set,
Given to her namesake pet
Years ago; she has it yet,
Heirloom quaint and olden.
Pink, with edges golden,
Like grandmother's china set,
Given to her namesake pet
Years ago; she has it yet,
Heirloom quaint and olden.
