The primrose (Henry David Leslie)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-07-09). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 86 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Original text and translations
1 Ask me why I send you here,
This firstling of the infant year,
Ask me why I send to you
This primrose all bepearled with dew,
Straight will I whisper in your ears,
The sweets of love are washed with tears.
2 Ask me why this flower doth shew
So yellow, green, and sickly too;
Ask me why this stalk is weak
And bending, yet it doth not break;
I must tell you this, discover
What doubts and fears are in a lover.