Margaret Deland

O dainty Pansy! hooded all in blue,
With chastely folding cloak of green,
A maid whom Eros never knew,
...

Alas! that men must see
Love, before Death!
Else they content might be
With their short breath;
...

In orange cap and yellow skirt
She stands - this arrant farmer flirt!
She knows the thoughts he dare not utter,
...

Right up into Bossy's eyes,
Looked the Daisy boldly,
But, alas! to his surprise,
Bossy ate him, coldly.
...

Blow, golden trumpets, sweet and clear,
Blow soft upon the perfumed air;
Bid the sad earth to join our song,
'To Christ does victory belong!'
...

BY one great Heart the Universe is stirred:
By Its strong pulse, stars climb the darkening blue;
It throbs in each fresh sunset’s changing hue,
...

How long I've loved thee, and how well-
I dare not tell!
Because, if thou shouldst once divine
This love of mine,
...

Deep in a Rose's glowing heart
I dropped a single kiss,
And then I bade it quick depart,
And tell my Lady this:
...

Hushed are the pigeons cooing low
On dusty rafters of the loft;
And mild-eyed oxen, breathing soft,
Sleep on the fragrant hay below.
...

O RUDDY Lover—
O brave red Clover!
Didst think to win her
Thou dost adore?
...

Its clinging, mournful leaves, I said,
Seem made to thatch a grave,
Around the roots of cypress-trees
Too deep in gloom for sun or breeze,
...