The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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THE PRIMROSE
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Dost ask me, why I send thee hereThe firstling of the infant year:
This lovely native of the vale,
That hangs so pensive and so pale?
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Look on its bending stalk, so weak,That, each way yielding, doth not break,
And see how aptly it reveals
The doubts and fears a lover feels.
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Look on its leaves of yellow hueBepearl'd thus with morning dew,
And these will whisper in thine ears:—
‘The sweets of loves are wash'd with tears.’
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