<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115621" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bluebell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bluebell is the sweetest flower<br> That waves in summer air :<br>Its blossoms have the mightiest power<br> To soothe my spirit's care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a spell in purple heath<br> Too wildly, sadly dear ;<br>The violet has a fragrant breath,<br> But fragrance will not cheer,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trees are bare, the sun is cold,<br> And seldom, seldom seen ;<br>The heavens have lost their zone of gold,<br> And earth her robe of green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ice upon the glancing stream<br> Has cast its sombre shade ;<br>And distant hills and valleys seem<br> In frozen mist arrayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bluebell cannot charm me now,<br> The heath has lost its bloom ;<br>The violets in the glen below,<br> They yield no sweet perfume.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, though I mourn the sweet Bluebell,<br> 'Tis better far away;<br>I know how fast my tears would swell<br> To see it smile to-day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, oh! when chill the sunbeams fall<br> Adown that dreary sky,<br>And gild yon dank and darkened wall<br> With transient brilliancy;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How do I weep, how do I pine<br> For the time of flowers to come,<br>And turn me from that fading shine,<br> To mourn the fields of home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Bront%C3%AB">Emily Brontë</a> from <i>Selections from the literary remains of Emily and Anne Brontë</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115621" data-title="The Bluebell de Emily Brontë" data-description="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..."></div> </div> </div>

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