Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer
Of one small primrose flowering in my mind.
Better than wealth it is, I said, to find
One small page of Truth's manuscript made clear.
I looked at Christ transfigured without fear--
The light was very beautiful and kind,
And where the Holy Ghost in flame had signed
I read it through the lenses of a tear.
And then my sight grew dim, I could not see
The primrose that had lighted me to Heaven,
And there was but the shadow of a tree
Ghostly among the stars. The years that pass
Like tired soldiers nevermore have given
Moments to see wonders in the grass.
Submitted by Andrew Mayers
Primrose
Patrick Kavanagh
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Poem topics: beautiful, child, fear, heaven, light, tree, truth, grass, wealth, shadow, clear, mind, tear, flame, ghost, holy, tired, small, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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