Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Thomas Ashe. 1836–1889805. 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? | 5 |
| 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? | 10 |
| 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? | 15 |