ASK me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year: Ask me why I send to you This Primrose, thus bepearled with dew; I will whisper to your ears The sweets of Love are mixed 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF MARTYRS by EMILY DICKINSON ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY DAYS OF THE MONTH by MOTHER GOOSE THE PRAYER PERFECT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE BLUET by W. I. LINCOLN ADAMS |