 Pansies by James Whitcombe Reilly, read for LibriVox.org by Andrea Smith. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcombe Reilly, read for LibriVox.org by Andrew Bedford on the 5th of May 2020 in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcombe Reilly, read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcombe Reilly, read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcombe Reilly, read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner from Balli Clare in County Antrim, Northern Ireland, situated in the northeast of the island of Ireland. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcombe Reilly, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcombe Reilly, read for LibriVox.org by Dominique von der Vorden. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcombe Reilly, read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcombe Reilly, read for LibriVox.org by Frank Teft. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcombe Reilly, read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcombe Reilly, read for LibriVox.org by Garfield De Souza. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcombe Reilly, read for LibriVox.org by Guion Morthy in El Paso, Texas on the 8th of May 2020. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcomb Riley, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcomb Riley, read for LibriVox.org by Phil Shempf. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcomb Riley, read for LibriVox.org by Raghu Pradeep Nair. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Pansies by James Whitcomb Riley, read for LibriVox.org by Rumpelt Poetry. Pansies, pansies, how I love you pansies, jaunty face, laughing lip, and dewy-eyed with glee. Would my song might blossom out in little five-leaf stanzas as delicate and fancies as your beauty is to me? But my eyes shall smile on you, and my hands unfold you, pet caress and lift you to the lips that love you so. That shut ever in the years that may mildew or mould you, my fancy shall behold you, fair as in the long ago. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.