Classic Poem

Primroses in the woods appear
Their sulphur coloured flowers
Are the wan heralds of the year
In March's varying hours

And by the mossy hedge they spring
In sulphur shining bloom
What time the thrush begins to sing
And sallow catkins come

Beneath the white thorn vivid green
How beautiful they look
Maple and hazle bush beturns
Beside the gulphing brook

How sweetly shine the fairey flowers
Near gravel paved streams
Foretelling Aprils dewy showers
As rich as Julias dreams

Green linnets peck the pated flowers
In March's kindling vest
I'll crop some blooms in these wild hours
For Julia's happy breast