Love-lies-bleeding now is found <br />Grown in every common ground. <br />Love-lies-bleeding thrives apace <br />With the dear forget-me-not: <br />Nor is boy's love out of place <br />Now in any garden plot. <br /> <br />Love-in-a-mist, bewilderèd <br />With the many tears Love shed, <br />Seeks for herb-o'-grace to bind <br />Up her wounds, and fever-few <br />To give ease to a hurt mind; <br />Wound-wort is not wanting too. <br /> <br />Now the love-lies-bleeding grows <br />More than lily or the rose; <br />Love-in-idleness has gone <br />Out of fashion; here are flowers <br />Heartsease for to rest upon <br />With remembrance of sweet hours. <br /> <br />Ladders-to-heaven may be found <br />Now in any common ground.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/herbal/
