Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Meet We No Angels, Pansie?Thomas Ashe (18361889)
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In white, to find her lover;
The grass grew proud beneath her feet,
The green elm-leaves above her:—
Meet we no angels, Pansie?
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?
Down-dropp’d brown eyes, so tender!
Then what said I?—gallant replies
Seem flattery, and offend her:—
But—meet no angels, Pansie?