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...CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY LEE TO THE REAR [MAY 12, 1864] by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON AFTER CHURCH by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE VOICES BY A RIVER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LYNTON VERSES: 6. SYMPHONY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE FIVE CARLINS; AN ELECTION BALLAD by ROBERT BURNS |