Welcome, dear Heart, and a most kind good-morrow; <br />The day is gloomy, but our looks shall shine:— <br />Flowers I have none to give thee, but I borrow <br />Their sweetness in a verse to speak for thine. <br />Here are red roses, gather'd at thy cheeks,— <br />The white were all too happy to look white: <br />For love the rose, for faith the lily speaks; <br />It withers in false hands, but here 'tis bright! <br />Dost love sweet Hyacinth? Its scented leaf <br />Curls manifold,—all love's delights blow double: <br />'Tis said this flow'ret is inscribed with grief,— <br />But let that hint of a forgotten trouble. <br />I pluck'd the Primrose at night's dewy noon; <br />Like Hope, it show'd its blossoms in the night;— <br />'Twas, like Endymion, watching for the Moon! <br />And here are Sun-flowers, amorous of light! <br />These golden Buttercups are April's seal,— <br />The Daisy-stars her constellations be: <br />These grew so lowly, I was forced to kneel, <br />Therefore I pluck no Daisies but for thee! <br />Here's Daisies for the morn, Primrose for gloom <br />Pansies and Roses for the noontide hours:— <br />A wight once made a dial of their bloom,— <br />So may thy life be measured out by flowers!<br /><br />Thomas Hood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/welcome-dear-heart-and-a-most-kind-good-morrow/
