Poems (Mitford)/To the Evening Primrose

4527593Poems — To the Evening PrimroseMary Russell Mitford

TO

THE EVENING PRIMROSE.

toTHE EVENING PRIMROSE.


Lov'd flow'ret, rear thy drooping head,
And wake thy beauty pale!
Thy lovely blossoms haste to spread,
And woo the fragrant gale!

Soon shall the ev'ning breezes blow,
Soon fall the ev'ning dews,
Then raise thy petals fainting low,
Thy modest charms diffuse.

Yon flaunting sun-flow'r, by thy side,
In starry radiance gay,
Spreads her rich breast in beauty's pride,
And courts the noon-tide ray.

Whilst, shrinking from the fervid glow,
Thy modest colors fly,
Each graceful flow'ret drooping low,
Thy silken blossoms die.

But fairer than proud Phœbus' flow'r
In noon-tide beauty bright,
Art thou, in ev'ning's pensive hour,
By Cynthia's trembling light.

When faintly gleams the western star,
And ev'ning's gentle breeze,
Like sweetest music heard from far,
Sighs softly through the trees.

Then lovely in the silver beam
Thy flowerets, glist'ning fair
With pearly dew-drops, brightly gleam
Resplendent through the air!