Passion Flowers (Watson)/Heartsease
Heartsease.
Dear little one, whose azure eyes
Are lifted to mine in a dim surprise,
Guessing their pain and deep unrest—
Come, nestle close to thy mother's breast.
Are lifted to mine in a dim surprise,
Guessing their pain and deep unrest—
Come, nestle close to thy mother's breast.
Dear little Healer, baby mine,
Dumb lips moving in mystic sign
Of some fair vision the blue eye sees,
Come closer, I need thee, little Heartsease.
Dumb lips moving in mystic sign
Of some fair vision the blue eye sees,
Come closer, I need thee, little Heartsease.
Secrets are held in each pink palm,
A subtle, sweet and precious balm,
About my heart, before it break,
Of dimpled arms a cordon make.
A subtle, sweet and precious balm,
About my heart, before it break,
Of dimpled arms a cordon make.
Dear little Healer, earthly woes
Thou'lt banish; ah! thy mother knows,
For at thy touch her sorrow flees,
The touch of her baby, "Little Heartsease."
Thou'lt banish; ah! thy mother knows,
For at thy touch her sorrow flees,
The touch of her baby, "Little Heartsease."