Day and night pass over, rounding, <br />Star and cloud and sun, <br />Things of drift and shadow, empty <br />Of my dearest one. <br /> <br />Soft as slumber was my baby, <br />Beaming bright and sweet; <br />Daintier than bloom or jewel <br />Were his hands and feet. <br /> <br />He was mine, mine all, mine only, <br />Mine and his the debt; <br />Earth and Life and Time are changers; <br />I shall not forget. <br /> <br />Pansies for my dear one--heartsease-- <br />Set them gently so; <br />For his stainless lips and forehead, <br />Pansies white as snow. <br /> <br />Would that in the flower-grown little <br />Grave they dug so deep, <br />I might rest beside him, dreamless, <br />Smile no more, nor weep.<br /><br />Archibald Lampman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-pansies/
