Pansy so velvety, pansy so wide,
Pansy with heart of gold,
How I wish I could stay outside
Till I saw your petals unfold!
When do you open them, pansy so blue?
I watch, but never see.
One day there's a bud; the next, there's--you!
You are _such_ a puzzle to me.
Do you open them softly in the dark,
While stars watch overhead?
Or fling them wide with the morning lark,
Before I am out of my bed?