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...TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE THE UNDERGRADUATE KILLED IN BATTLE; OXFORD, 1915 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |