Kenelm Henry Digby

Primrose Hill

From Short Poems. Burns, Lambert and Oates, 1866.

...What can be a fairer sight,
When the sun is shining bright,
Than crowds upon a holiday,
All hither come to frisk and play?...

But now in sooth the spirits flag,
And all do long for home;
While after us our legs we drag,
So far we had to roam.

Then eastward, southward, westward, ho!
We scatter through the park,
Trailing, hauling, hasting, tired so;
It now has grown quite dark...