Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

The Primrose

Ask me why I send you here
This sweet Infanta of the year?
Ask me why I send to you
This Primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew?
I will whisper to your ears,—
The sweets of love are mixt with tears.

Ask me why this flower does show
So yellow-green, and sickly too?
Ask me why the stalk is weak
And bending, yet it doth not break?
I will answer,—these discover
What fainting hopes are in a lover.

1. To Violets
2. To Pansies
3. To Primroses Filled with Morning Dew
4. How Pansies or Hearts-Ease Came First
5. The Apron of Flowers

Caroline Southey (Каролина Саути) The Primrose ("I saw it in my evening walk")

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