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