Prim little primrose, Dainty and still Crowned with glory There on the sill. Outside, winter white, Within this room Brave clusters scatter All thoughts of gloom. Fragile pink primrose, Thy modest flowers Bring peace and cheer Through the long hours. Sweet timid primrose, How can it be; Out of earth's bosom Camest thou—to me? Prim little primrose, Blooming until My life is purified By thee on the sill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A CARELESS HEART by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE BANKS O' DOON by ROBERT BURNS SONG: 4 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS |