Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY PRIMROSE, by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER


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First Line: My little primrose, gentle flower
Last Line: But we are happy through it all.
Alternate Author Name(s): Van Deth, Gerrit, Mrs.
Subject(s): Primroses


MY little primrose, gentle flower,
The darling of how many an hour
When thou and I together gaze
In sheltered peace on stormful days.

Above thee broods a quiet hush;
And yet the shadow of a blush,
That once hath stirred the vestal air,
Is tranced upon thy petals fair.

Nor bird, nor butterfly, nor bee,
Hath ever whispered love to thee,
Nor sunbeam ventured to caress,
Too bold, thy sweet unconsciousness.

Why, then, the dream of roseate glow,
So faint upon thy virgin snow?
Canst thou divine how dear thou art,
White winter blossom, to my heart?

How in thy dainty grace I see
A pledge of lovely things to be,
And wait, when thou hast had thy day,
To greet the flowery fields of May?

The wildwood treasures, coy and sweet,
The bloom of gardens, and the fleet,
Large rapture of the orchard's foam,
In that delightful time to come,

Will say but this, which thou dost say
So softly to my soul to-day:
"The Lord who keeps his promises
Is near thee ever, near to bless.

"No spoken word his heart forgets,
The hour for leaf and bud he sets;
Who cares for fragile flower shall be
A strong defence to thine and thee."

Smile on, my little primrose fair,
Shed faintest perfume on the air;
The winds may rave, the rain may fall,
But we are happy through it all.





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