English poem
To Charles Hazelwood Shannon
by John Gray (1839–1915)
Purple and white the crocus flowers, And yellow, spread upon The sober lawn; the hours Are not more idle in the sun.
Perhaps one droops a prettier head, And one would say: Sweet Queen, Your lips are white and red, And round you lies the grass most green.
And she, perhaps, for whom is fain The other, will not heed; Or, that he may complain, Babbles, for dalliaunce, with a weed.
And he dissimulates despair, And anger, and suprise; The while white daisies stare --And stir not--with their yellow eyes.