Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.

And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.

Smiled like yon knot of cowslips on a cliff.

Through tall cowslips nodding near you, Just to touch you as you pass.

The first wan cowslip, wet With tears of the first morn.

And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.