Thursday, December 17, 2015

Bring Me Purple Pansies

O give me not red roses,
That early dews have wet!
They speak to me of kisses
That are remembered yet.
O bring me not white roses,
That summer winds have drest!
For once I placed white roses
Upon a quiet breast.

But bring me purple pansies ...
If so you wish to please ...
For them I have affection ...
For pansies are "heart's ease."

— Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos