Pansy

Oh, the blue blue bloom

On the velvet cheek

Of the little pansy’s face

That hides away so still and cool

In some soft garden place!

The tiger lily’s orange fires,

The red lights from the rose

Aren’t like the gloom on that blue cheek

Of the softest flower that grows!



 

Credit

From Caroling Dusk (Harper & Brothers, 1927), edited by Countee Cullen. This poem is in the public domain.