Sweet Verbenas
Your faces all familiar are,
Sweet verbenas blooming fair.
I love to come and watch you
By the fountain here.
Your white bloom like the winter snow
And red of deepest hue,
Your pink like sunset's early glow,
And dark transcendant blue.
Dear flowers, all, you remind me
Of moments long gone by,
Of childhood's happy hours
Beneath a southern sky.
For once in those dear days
I made a flower bed
Of sweet verbenas, like you dear,
But now they all are dead.