Strange, is it not? She was making her garden,
  Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day—
Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons—
  Spreading the seeds in the old-fashioned way.

Just in the old fashioned way, too, our quarrel
  Grew until, angrily, she set me free—
Planting, indeed, bleeding hearts for the two of us,—
  Ordaining bachelor’s buttons for me.

Envoi

Strange, was it not? But seeds planted in anger
  Sour in the earth and, ere long, a decay
Withered the bleeding hearts, blighted the buttons,
  And—we were wed—in the old-fashioned way.

Poet: Ellis Parker Butler
Poem: An Old-Fashioned Garden
Volume: Leslie’s Monthly
Year: Published/Written in 1903
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