Meet We no Angels, Pansie?

By Thomas Ashe

1836-1889


CAME, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet,
         In white, to find her lover;
The grass grew proud beneath her feet,
         The green elm-leaves above her:--
         Meet we no angels, Pansie?

She said, 'We meet no angels now';
         And soft lights stream'd upon her;
And with white hand she touch'd a bough;
         She did it that great honour:--
         What! meet no angels, Pansie?

O sweet brown hat, brown hair, brown eyes,
         Down-dropp'd brown eyes, so tender!
Then what said I? Gallant replies
         Seem flattery, and offend her:--
         But--meet no angels, Pansie?

DayPoems Poem No. 753
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