To a Primrose. The First seen in the Season.

Pale primrose, first of spring's sweet train,
That bursts from slumber, 'neath the warming sun,
Thy gentle beauty, doth my heart sustain,
And life's renewed, when thy sweet course is run.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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