Classic Poem

1

I sing of Primroses pale sweet Primroses
That deck woods and spinney's and fringe the green lane
The briar has its thorns but the thornless first roses
Have opened to cheer and not wound us again
 O sweet are the Primroses down the green lane

2

The white thorn is putting out leaves to the sunshine
The moss round their roots is delightfully green
The dewy pearled primroses glitter by moonshine
And the rich curled leaves look deliciously green
 In lanes and moss nooks where primroses are seen

3

The hedgerow primroses the pale wood primroses
Where brown oaken leaves litter all the year long
Neath the broad oaks and hedge-rows about the green closes
Where the thrush makes his nest and the blackbird his song
 Their leaves and their flowers I love all the year long

4

Come again my dear Patty and gather primroses
Where blackbirds loud whistle and song thrushes sing
I' the leafy strewn woods narrow lanes and green closes
How sweet are the Primroses gathered in Spring
And round her I've named like the Ivy I'd cling—