O give me not red roses, O bring me not white roses, 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 |
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Bring Me Purple Pansies
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2 comments:
I SO love that poem, and always wondered whose breast the white roses covered, and why her heart needed easing.
And those little purples, wet with the sparkling drops, their shining morning faces bright and cheery---they are indeed a blessing and a balm.
You always seem to capture the heart of a thing or a flower or a scene, and I think you can find beautiful in a piece of tree bark.
Just Perfect.
What a lovely poem. Never heard it before. But seeing your beautiful photography along with it makes it unforgettable!
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