Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Bluebell by Emily Bronte

The Bluebell by Emily Bronte

The Bluebell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air:
Its blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit's care.

There is a spell in purple heath
Too wildly, sadly dear;
The violet has a fragrant breath,
But fragrance will not cheer, . . .

(Okay, let's just say she was more interesting as a novelist, but hey.)

1 comment:

TC said...

No, a great poet too, especially tonight, cold in the earth here (as Em might have said), but there in the Beyond, bluebells above and bluebells below...