And warm fireside.
5.
The primrose lone,
I see it ever on its stalk,
Flush in my favorite woodland walk
Spring’s first full-blown.
6.
And crocus, too,
I’ve seen it up on Easter-day;
Sweet symbol, from the frozen clay
And warm fireside.
5.
The primrose lone,
I see it ever on its stalk,
Flush in my favorite woodland walk
Spring’s first full-blown.
6.
And crocus, too,
I’ve seen it up on Easter-day;
Sweet symbol, from the frozen clay