<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115703" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bluebell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fine and subtle spirit dwells<br>In every little flower,<br>Each one its own sweet feeling breathes<br>With more or less of power.<br>There is a silent eloquence<br>In every wild bluebell<br>That fills my softened heart with bliss<br>That words could never tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I recall not long ago<br>A bright and sunny day,<br>'Twas when I led a toilsome life<br>So many leagues away;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That day along a sunny road<br>All carelessly I strayed,<br>Between two banks where smiling flowers<br>Their varied hues displayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before me rose a lofty hill,<br>Behind me lay the sea,<br>My heart was not so heavy then<br>As it was wont to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Less harassed than at other times<br>I saw the scene was fair,<br>And spoke and laughed to those around,<br>As if I knew no care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when I looked upon the bank<br>My wandering glances fell<br>Upon a little trembling flower,<br>A single sweet bluebell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whence came that rising in my throat,<br>That dimness in my eye?<br>Why did those burning drops distil -<br>Those bitter feelings rise?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, that lone flower recalled to me<br>My happy childhood's hours<br>When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts<br>A prize among the flowers,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those sunny days of merriment<br>When heart and soul were free,<br>And when I dwelt with kindred hearts<br>That loved and cared for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had not then mid heartless crowds<br>To spend a thankless life<br>In seeking after others' weal<br>With anxious toil and strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sad wanderer, weep those blissful times<br>That never may return!'<br>The lovely floweret seemed to say,<br>And thus it made me mourn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a><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=115703" data-title="The Bluebell de Anne Brontë" data-description="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./Yet..."></div> </div> </div>

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