to the primrose.
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And fragrant flowers, fair thornless flowers, before their footsteps spread,
As emblem of the glad life-path each wish would have them tread.
All joy to union of such hearts, so kindred in each tone:
Would, would that this fair earth of ours more of such hearts could own.
As emblem of the glad life-path each wish would have them tread.
All joy to union of such hearts, so kindred in each tone:
Would, would that this fair earth of ours more of such hearts could own.
To the Primrose.
I love, I love thee, primrose:
Thou 'rt to me the fairest flower
That decorates the garden,
Or blooms in nature's bower.
Let other eyes love gazing
On the blue Forget-me-not,
As to the heart it whispers
From the streamlet's side and grot;
Thou 'rt to me the fairest flower
That decorates the garden,
Or blooms in nature's bower.
Let other eyes love gazing
On the blue Forget-me-not,
As to the heart it whispers
From the streamlet's side and grot;
But I love, I love thee, primrose,
Gentle daughter of the Spring!
There's a magic in thy perfume,
As it scents the breeze's wing.
There's a spell around thee clinging,
There's a language speaking there,
Which leads my fancy backward
To the sunny days that were.
Gentle daughter of the Spring!
There's a magic in thy perfume,
As it scents the breeze's wing.
There's a spell around thee clinging,
There's a language speaking there,
Which leads my fancy backward
To the sunny days that were.
