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.
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