Author John Clare The Primrose Sweet primrose peeping in the hazel copse Beneath the maple roots of grass green moss Where hermit woodman at his labour stops Or may be peeping by a clump of gorse Its sulphur bunches flower with brunny eye Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments