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PANSY.
Pansy went my way
Shy as shadows are and lonely,
Full of pretty thoughts and only
Serious in her play;
Earnest-eyed and coy,
An unmated joy,
Yet with heart of fire ascending
Unto heights of hope unending
In a deathless day;
When the linnet's voice had luted
Answer to the thrush that fluted,
Pansy passed my way.
Shy as shadows are and lonely,
Full of pretty thoughts and only
Serious in her play;
Earnest-eyed and coy,
An unmated joy,
Yet with heart of fire ascending
Unto heights of hope unending
In a deathless day;
When the linnet's voice had luted
Answer to the thrush that fluted,
Pansy passed my way.
Pansy looked at me,
With a glance of trouble hidden
Like a child that had been chidden,
But with purpose free;
As a spirit night,
Fallen from native light,
Seek for pity and protection
In some earthlier new affection,
Which could hardly be;
While with throb and hum and quiver
Toiled the town's great flowing river,
Pansy looked at me.
With a glance of trouble hidden
Like a child that had been chidden,
But with purpose free;
As a spirit night,
Fallen from native light,
Seek for pity and protection
In some earthlier new affection,
Which could hardly be;
While with throb and hum and quiver
Toiled the town's great flowing river,
Pansy looked at me.
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Pansy would not smile,
But her heart had in its keeping
Tears divine that still were sleeping,
And would dream awhile;
Yet a sudden glow
Brake from founts below,
Like a little sunset flushing
All the heaven with rosy rushing,
In unconscious guile.
Though the land was full of laughter,
As if time had no hereafter,
Pansy would not smile.
But her heart had in its keeping
Tears divine that still were sleeping,
And would dream awhile;
Yet a sudden glow
Brake from founts below,
Like a little sunset flushing
All the heaven with rosy rushing,
In unconscious guile.
Though the land was full of laughter,
As if time had no hereafter,
Pansy would not smile.
Pansy did not pass
From my breast which she had captured
And with every charm enraptured,
Like a magic glass;
Mirrored in her eyes
Other earth and skies
Rose a Paradise around me,
Which with deeper blue enwound me
And a greener grass;
When she stole with gracious giving
On my love till then not living,
Pansy did not pass.
From my breast which she had captured
And with every charm enraptured,
Like a magic glass;
Mirrored in her eyes
Other earth and skies
Rose a Paradise around me,
Which with deeper blue enwound me
And a greener grass;
When she stole with gracious giving
On my love till then not living,
Pansy did not pass.
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