PANSIES.
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Every color 'neath the sun!
In each fair creation
Seems a miracle were done,
While we slumbered, by some one,
But the florist answers, "None!
Only cultivation."
In each fair creation
Seems a miracle were done,
While we slumbered, by some one,
But the florist answers, "None!
Only cultivation."
Pansies in the market sold,
Gathered from the valleys;
Royal texture like the old
Fashioned velvet marigold.
Petals lapping, fold on fold,
Round each fragrant chalice.
Gathered from the valleys;
Royal texture like the old
Fashioned velvet marigold.
Petals lapping, fold on fold,
Round each fragrant chalice.
Hearts-ease on a placque I see,
Artist Laura painted;
Talent of a high degree,
Real pansy-gift, hath she,
And with fame will doubtless be
Very soon acquainted.
Artist Laura painted;
Talent of a high degree,
Real pansy-gift, hath she,
And with fame will doubtless be
Very soon acquainted.
Pansy blossoms in my room,
Making me sad-hearted;
For I saw their purple bloom
And inhaled their sweet perfume
Once above a little tomb,
In the years departed.
Making me sad-hearted;
For I saw their purple bloom
And inhaled their sweet perfume
Once above a little tomb,
In the years departed.
