The Evening Primrose

Lyrics

When once the sun sinks in the west And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast; Almost as pale as moonbeams are Or its companionable star The evening primrose opes anew Its delicate blossoms to the dew; And, hermit-like, shunning the light Wastes its fair bloom upon the night Who, blindfold to its fond caresses Knows not the beauty it possesses; Thus it blooms on while night is by; When day looks out with open eye Bashed at the gaze it cannot shun It faints and withers and is gone