The pansy freaked with jet.

The beauteous pansies rise In purple, gold, and blue, With tints of rainbow hue Mocking the sunset skies.

And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

Darker than darkest pansies.

Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.