Flower Poetry Fridays: The Evening Primrose

Welcome back to Flower Poetry Fridays with Mrs. Sigourney. Each Friday a new poem will be posted from her The Voice Of Flowers.

PALE Primrose ! lingering for the evening star
   To bless thee with its beam, like some fair
Who, ere he rests on Morpheus’ downy car,
   Doth wait his mother’s blessing, pure and
To hallow his gay dream. His red lips breathe
   The prompted prayer, fast by that parent’s
Even as thou rear’st thy sweetly fragrant
   To matron Evening, while she smiles on thee.

Go to thy rest, pale flower ! The star hath shed
   His benison upon thy bosom fair,
The dews of summer bathe thy pensive head,
   And weary man forgets his daily care :
Sleep on, my rose ! till morning gilds the sky,
And bright Aurora’s kiss unseals thy trembling

An ode to the Evening Primrose paints this pretty flower as one who is quite different.

As its name suggests the Evening Primrose opens her flowers at dusk or sun-down while most other flowers are closing up for the day.

The delicate yellow primrose blossoms will be wilting by noon the following day as the sun’s rays intensify.

Come back next Friday for the next installment in our series of flower poems from Mrs. Sigourney’s The Voice of Flowers, “The Constant Friends”.

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