Herbal

Love-lies-bleeding now is found Grown in every common ground. Love-lies-bleeding thrives apace With the dear forget-me-not: Nor is boy's love out of place Now in any garden plot. Love-in-a-mist, bewilderèd With the many tears Love shed, Seeks for herb-o'-grace to bind Up her wounds, and fever-few To give ease to a hurt mind; Wound-wort is not wanting too. Now the love-lies-bleeding grows More than lily or the rose; Love-in-idleness has gone Out of fashion; here are flowers Heartsease for to rest upon With remembrance of sweet hours. Ladders-to-heaven may be found Now in any common ground.