Pansies


Pansy so velvety, pansy so wide,

Pansy with heart of gold,

How I wish I could stay outside

Til I saw your petals unfold!

 

When do you open them pansy so blue?

I watch but never see.

One day there’s a bud! the next, there’s – you!

You are such a puzzle to me.

 

Do you open them softly in the dark,

While stars watch overhead?

Or fling them wide with the morning lark,

Before I am out of bed?

– Edith Hayes, “The Sun Babies”, 1910

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