Samuel Taylor Coleridge - To a Primrose

Lyrics

Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower That peeping from thy rustic bower The festive news to earth dost bring A fragrant messenger of Spring But, tender blossom, why so pale? Dost hear stern Winter in the gale? And didst thou tempt the ungentle sky To catch one vernal glance and die? Such the wan lustre Sickness wears When Health's first feeble beam appears; So languid are the smiles that seek To settle on the care-worn cheek When timorous Hope the head uprears Still drooping and still moist with tears If, through dispersing grief, be seen Of Bliss the heavenly spark serene And sweeter far the early blow Fast following after storms of Woe Than (Comfort's riper season come) Are full-blown joys and Pleasure's gaudy bloom