One pansy in a window box 

Addresses several others

She nods and waves her head about

And says, sisters and brothers,

Behind you there across the road

There sits a fellow writing

He scribbles busily each day

Of one his heart’s delighting

She pleases him by what she is

And does but seems unknowing

Of her own sweetness, how her looks

Set all his soul aglowing

Our beauty, see, all mauve and gay,

It pleased God to bestow it

Yet she’s more glorious than we

And doesn’t even know it

And that is why he writes each day

Endeavouring to assure her

Let’s bow our heads and say a prayer – 

That maybe he can cure her.

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