Welcome, pale Primrose! starting up between Dead matted leaves of ash and oak, that strew The every lawn, the wood, and spinney through, Mid creeping moss and ivy's darker green; How much thy presence beautifies the ground: How sweet thy modest, unaffected pride Glows on the sunny bank, and wood's warm side. And where thy fairy flowers in groups are found, The school-boy roams enchantedly along, Plucking the fairest with a rude delight: While the meek shepherd stops his simple song, To gaze a moment on the pleasing sight; O'erjoyed to see the flowers that truly bring The welcome news of sweet returning Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO OF A TRADE by SAMUEL WILLOUGHBY DUFFIELD ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT WORDLY WISE (10) by MOTHER GOOSE DEATH AND CUPID; AN ALLEGORY by JOHN GODFREY SAXE DRINKING ODE by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |