Love-in-a-Mist

Nora Hopper Chesson

1871 to 1906

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Love-in-a-mist in every garden grows 
Beside the hollyhock, beneath the rose: 
Love-in-a-mist makes every rose less gay, 
And takes the lily's gold and leaves her gray, 
And turns the poppy pale as winter snows. 
Sir Humble-bee will none of it, but goes 
Straight for the sunflower in the garden-close, 
And spiders' webs of silver will not stay 

Love-in-a-mist. 
Who garners it we wist not, nor who sows, 
Nor to what end its misty blossom blows: 
Only its blue eyes meet us, day by day, 
Till half we wish the mists would blow away. 
Who knows true Love be sure he also knows 
Love-in-a-mist.