The Great War

from Herb o' Grace, an electronic edition

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, bewilder├Ęd

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.