The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, by Thomas Hood

To ——

Welcome, dear Heart, and a most kind good-morrow;

The day is gloomy, but our looks shall shine:—

Flowers I have none to give thee, but I borrow

Their sweetness in a verse to speak for thine.

Here are red roses, gather’d at thy cheeks —

The white were all too happy to look white:

For love the rose, for faith the lily speaks;

It withers in false hands, but here ’tis bright!

Dost love sweet Hyacinth? Its scented leaf

Curls manifold — all love’s delights blow double:

’Tis said this flow’ret is inscribed with grief —

But let that hint of a forgotten trouble.

I pluck’d the Primrose at night’s dewy noon;

Like Hope, it show’d its blossoms in the night; —

’Twas, like Endymion, watching for the Moon!

And here are Sun-flowers, amorous of light!

These golden Buttercups are April’s seal —

The Daisy-stars her constellations be:

These grew so lowly, I was forced to kneel,

Therefore I pluck no Daisies but for thee!

Here’s Daisies for the morn, Primrose for gloom

Pansies and Roses for the noontide hours:—

A wight once made a dial of their bloom —

So may thy life be measured out by flowers!

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