Thomas Ashe: Meet We no Angels, Pansie?

Meet We no Angels, Pansie?

Came, on a Sabbath noon, 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 stream’d upon her;
And with white hand she touch’d a bough;
She did it that great honour:–
What! meet no angels, Pansie?

O sweet brown hat, brown hair, brown eyes,
Down-dropp’d brown eyes, so tender!
Then what said I? Gallant replies
Seem flattery, and offend her:–
But–meet no angels, Pansie?

Thomas Ashe
(1836-1889)
Meet We no Angels, Pansie?

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