The Primrose
1591-1674
ASK me why I send you here
This sweet Infanta of the year?
Ask me why I send to you
This primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew?
I will whisper to your ears:--
The sweets of love are mix'd with tears.
Ask me why this flower does show
So yellow-green, and sickly too?
Ask me why the stalk is weak
And bending (yet it doth not break)?
I will answer:--These discover
What fainting hopes are in a lover.
DayPoems Poem No. 254
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/254.html">The Primrose by Robert Herrick</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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