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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348487" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pansy: Song-Words</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348487" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IN a crooked angle <br> Of a garden bower, <br> 'Neath a weedy tangle <br> Grew a modest flower; <br> Unpretending, unoffending, <br> Gifted but with fancy, <br> Unassuming in his blooming <br> Grew that modest pansy. <br> Ah! pansy, pansy, <br> Hope springs anew; <br> But fancy, fancy, <br> Never comes true. <br> Comes a maiden bashful, <br> Wandering here and there, <br> With her silken sash full <br> Of roses rich and rare; <br> Slow she takes them, dewless shakes them <br> In her shapely fingers, <br> While to choose some for her bosom <br> Lazily she lingers. <br> Ah! pansy, pansy, <br> Modest in hue; <br> Sweet fancy, fancy, <br> Never comes true. <br> <br> With a lover's anguish <br> For her glance he sought, <br> On her breast to languish <br> Was his daring thought; <br> If he perished by her cherished, <br> Life was worth the leaving; <br> But she passes 'midst the grasses, <br> And she leaves him grieving! <br> Ah! pansy, pansy, <br> Sorrow for you; <br> But fancy, fancy, <br> Never comes true.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Arthur+Henry+Adams">Arthur Henry Adams</a></strong></div>