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Primroses why do you pass away	A
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Primroses	B
Nay rather why should we longer stay	A
We are not needed now stooping showers	C
Have sandalled the feet of May with flowers	C
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Surely surely 'tis time to go	D
Now that the splendid bluebells blow	D
Scattering a bridal peal to hail	E
June blushing under her hawthorn veil	E
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We abode with you all the long winter through	F
You may not have seen us but we saw you	F
Chafing your hands in the beaded haze	G
And shivering home to your Yuletide blaze	G
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Why should we linger when all things pass	H
We have buried old Winter beneath the grass	H
Seen the first larch break heard the first lamb bleat	A
Watched the first foal stoop to its mother's teat	A
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The crocus prick with its spears aglow	D
'Gainst the rallying flakes of the routed snow	D
The isle keeping titmouse wed and hatch	I
And the swallow come home to its native thatch	I
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Fresh emeralds jewel the bare brown mould	A
And the blond sallow tassel herself with gold	A
The hive of the broom brim with honeyed dew	A
And Springtime swarm in the gorse anew	A
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When breastplated March his trumpets blew	A
We laughed in his face till he laughed too	A
Then drying our lids when the sleet was done	J
Smiled back to the smile of the April sun	J
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We were first to hear in the hazel moat	A
The nut brown bird with the poet's note	A
That sings Love is neither false nor fleet ''	-
Makes passion tender and sorrow sweet	A
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We were stretched on the grass when the cuckoo's voice	K
Bade the old grow young and the young rejoice	K
The half fledged singer who flouts and rails	L
So forces the note when his first note fails	L
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Who scorns understanding but in part	A
The sweet solicitudes of the heart	A
But might learn from the all year cooing dove	M
That joy hath a briefer life than love	M
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We would rather go ere the sweet Spring dies	N
We have seen the violet droop its eyes	N
The sorrel grow green where the celandine shone	O
And the windflower fade ere you knew 'twas gone	P
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The campion comes to take our place	Q
And you will not miss us in brake or chase	Q
Now the fragile frond of the fern uncurls	Q
And the hawthorns necklace themselves with pearls	Q
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When June's love crimsons the cheek of the rose	Q
And the meadow swathes sweep in rhythmic rows	Q
And foxgloves gleam in the darkest glen	R
You will not recall nor regret us then	R
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Leave us our heavenly lot to cheer	S
Your lives in the midnight of the year	S
And 'tis meet that our light should be withdrawn	P
Being stars of winter with summer's dawn	P
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For we do not sink into death's dank cave	T
The earth is our cradle and not our grave	T
The tides and the stars sway it low and high	U
And the sycamore bees hum lullaby	U
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But when winds roam lonely and dun clouds drift	A
Let Winter the white haired nurse but lift	A
The snowy coverlet softly then	R
We will open our eyelids and smile again	R
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How oft have you longed that your little ones would	A
Outgrow not the charm of babyhood	A
Keep the soft round arms and the warm moist kiss	Q
And the magic of April sinlessness	Q
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Then chide us not now we look good bye	U
We are the children for whom you sigh	U
We slip 'neath the sod before summer's prime	V
And so keep young to the end of time	V

Alfred Austin

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