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TO PANSIES.
“The pansy maidens heartsease call.”
Pure maiden thoughts, doubt not, ye are:
And yet sometimes we see
Your colour richer and bizarre
As Venus' pansies be.
And yet sometimes we see
Your colour richer and bizarre
As Venus' pansies be.
So be it! who would change the flower
Grown at its own sweet will?
Our only wish with every hour
To find the heartsease still.
Grown at its own sweet will?
Our only wish with every hour
To find the heartsease still.
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