Nature
The Primrose.
From Hesperides (1648)
Nature
ASke me why I send you here
This sweet Infanta of the yeere?
Aske me why I send to you
This Primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew?
I will whisper to your eares,
The sweets of Love are mixt with tears.
Ask me why this flower do's 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.
Cite this poem
MLA
Herrick, Robert. “The Primrose.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/581/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “The Primrose.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/581/.
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