©The Heart's-Ease Fairy
Like the richest velvet
(I've heard the fairies tell)
Grow the handsome pansies
within the garden wall
When you praise their beauty,
Remember me as well
Think of little Heart's-ease,
the brother of them all!
Come away and seek me
when the year is young,
Through the open ploughlands
beyond the garden wall;
Many names are pretty
and many songs are sung:
Mine because I'm Heart's-ease
are prettiest of all!
