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...THE FOREFATHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON O SLEEP, MY BABE! by SARA COLERIDGE BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG by MINNA IRVING THE STORY OF URIAH by RUDYARD KIPLING TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO HIS MISTRESS; AN ODE by ANACREON |