Arthur Henry Adams - Pansy: Song-Words lyrics

IN a crooked angle Of a garden bower, 'Neath a weedy tangle Grew a modest flower; Unpretending, unoffending, Gifted but with fancy, Una**uming in his blooming Grew that modest pansy. Ah! pansy, pansy, Hope springs anew; But fancy, fancy, Never comes true. Comes a maiden bashful, Wandering here and there, With her silken sash full Of roses rich and rare; Slow she takes them, dewless shakes them In her shapely fingers, While to choose some for her bosom Lazily she lingers. Ah! pansy, pansy, Modest in hue; Sweet fancy, fancy, Never comes true. With a lover's anguish For her glance he sought, On her breast to languish Was his daring thought; If he perished by her cherished, Life was worth the leaving; But she pa**es 'midst the gra**es, And she leaves him grieving! Ah! pansy, pansy, Sorrow for you; But fancy, fancy, Never comes true.