PANSIES. 



Ah, those indeed were May-days, 



But this, this dreary day, 

 The Calendar's mistaken — 



Tis not the first of May ! 



Why, if it were, my lady, 



I would have gone in time, 

 And made you your May basket, 



If only one of rhyme ! 



But I haven't done it, darling, 

 For the words that I have sung 



Are only recollections 



Of May when I was young. 



Richard Henry Stoddard. 



