The Yellow Pansy

Winter had swooped, a lean and hungry hawk;
It seemed an age since summer was entombed;
Yet in our garden, on its frozen stalk,
A yellow pansy bloomed.

'Twas Nature saying by trope and metaphor:
" Behold, when empire against empire strives,
Though all else perish, ground 'neath iron war,
The golden thought survives. "
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