FLOWERS BY THE POETS. 
Here’s Rosemary leaf and Pansy blue ; 
They’ll tell you that I will be true 
To memory, darling, and to you, 
And never will forget you. 
Even lying under grass or snow, 
When summer’s winds or winter’s blow 
Above the heart that lies below, 
I never shall forget you. 
Come to my grave and you will see 
A Pansy ; and the bloom shall be 
A message, love, to you, from me, 
That I have not forgot you. 
MY PANSIES. 
Open your eyes, my Pansies sweet— 
Open your eyes for me, 
Driving away, with face so true, 
The chilling wind and wintry hue, 
That lingers so drearily. 
Open your eyes, my Pansies sweet— 
Open your eyes for me. 
Where did you get that purple hue ? 
Did a cloudlet smile as you came through, 
Did a little sunbeam bold 
Kiss on your lips that tint of gold ? 
Tell me the mystery. 
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