Pansy, or Love-in-Idleness

But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon,
And the imperial votaress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
-'Midsummer Night's Dream' Act II Scene I

Using up one of my emergency picture ideas - with Edinburgh Castle in the background.