Evening Primrose

With the first primroses showing their faces across the garden,
and signs of spring everywhere, one of Clare's little gems:

When once the sun sinks in the west,
And dew-drops 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, shunning-hermit of the light,
Wastes its fair bloom upon the night;
Who, blindfold to its fond caresses,
Knows not the beauty he possesses.
Thus it blooms on till night is bye
And day looks out with open eye,
Abashed at the gaze it cannot shun,
It faints and withers, and is done.


Anonymous said...

Lovely poem, but surely evening primrose is a late summer flower, not to be confused withe the familiar Spring primrose.

Anonymous said...

Yes, i agree, the evening primrose is in bloom from june to september, and i think the fact that the flower is one of late summer gives the poem an entirely different meaning.