Part 2 — "MEET WE NO ANGELS, PANSIE?"
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Came, on a Sabbath morn, my sweet, In white, to find her lover; The grass grew proud beneath her feet, The green elm-leaves above her:— Meet we no angels, Pansie?
She said, "We meet no angels now"; And soft lights streamed upon her; And with white hand she touched a bough; She did it that great honor:— What! meet no angels, Pansie?
O sweet brown hat, brown hair, brown eyes, Down-dropped brown eyes, so tender! Then what said I?—gallant replies Seem flattery, and offend her:— But,—meet we no angels, Pansie?
Thomas Ashe [1836-1889]