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