Ask me why I send you here <br />This sweet Infanta of the year? <br />Ask me why I send to you <br />This Primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew? <br />I will whisper to your ears,-- <br />The sweets of love are mixt with tears. <br /> <br />Ask me why this flower does show <br />So yellow-green, and sickly too? <br />Ask me why the stalk is weak <br />And bending, yet it doth not break? <br />I will answer,--these discover <br />What fainting hopes are in a lover.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-primrose-3/
