■PRIMROSE. 
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How chastely keep 
The nightly dews on thee, 
O’er which the light and darkness creep, 
Unconsciously. 
Thou givest youth 
Instruction, for thy bed 
H ill shortly be the grave, in sooth, 
For thy pale head. 
TUFT OF PRIMROSES. 
KEATS. 
What next? a tuft of evening primroses, 
O’er which the mind may hover till it dozes ; 
O’er which it well might take a pleasant sleep, 
But that ’tis ever startled by the leap 
Of buds into ripe flowers. 
THE PRIMROSE. 
MICKLE. 
Say, gentle lady of the bower. 
For thou, though young, art wise; 
And known to thee is every flower 
Beneath our milder skies : 
Say, which the plant of modest dye. 
And lovely mien combin’d, 
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