The laggard year is now at prime <br />And primrose-time is daffodil-time; <br />Where do the boys delay? What tether <br />Hinders them from the heavenly weather, <br />From violet-time and cowslip-time? <br /> <br />Why do they keep the house so late? <br />The sweet o' the year is at the gate, <br />And hear the cuckoo calling, saying: <br />Up, slug-a-bed! 'Tis time for Maying! <br />The cuckoo calling early and late. <br /> <br />They have stolen away before the dawn, <br />No print in the May-dew on the lawn <br />Betrays the way their light feet taking <br />Set not the quaking grass to shaking, <br />Running so light-foot in the dawn. <br /> <br />The primrose and the daffodil weather <br />Is here, and cowslips troop together; <br />The lambs frolic in pastures gold, <br />But since they come not it is cold. <br />Cold the primrose and daffodil weather.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flower-o-the-year/
