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