tempus fugit

By ceridwen

The last of the bluebells

No blue skies in West Wales today as the rain came down but the woodland floor in Coed Ty Canol still glowed with a purple haze.

Both Emily and Anne Bronte wrote poems on the subject of bluebells. They agreed that the flowers possess a powerful emotional charge.


Emily:

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

It is the slight and stately stem,
The blossom's silvery blue,
The buds hid like a sapphire gem
In sheaths of emerald hue.

'Tis these that breathe upon my heart
A calm and softening spell
That if it makes the tear-drop start
Has power to soothe as well.

Anne:

A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.

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