Monday, April 7, 2008

Pansies by Sarah Doudney

I send thee pansies while the year is young,
Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night;
Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung.
By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light;
And if in recollection lives regret
for wasted days and dreams that were not true,
I tell thee that the "pansy freak'd with jet"
Is still the heart's ease that the poets knew.
Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought,
And for the pansies send me back a thought.

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