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,
The trees are bare, the sun is cold,
And seldom, seldom seen ;
The heavens have lost their zone of gold,
And earth her robe of green.
The Bluebell cannot charm me now,
The heath has lost its bloom ;
The violets in the glen below,
They yield no sweet perfume.
But, though I mourn the sweet Bluebell,
‘Tis better far away;
I know how fast my tears would swell
To see it smile to-day.
For, oh! when chill the sunbeams fall
Adown that dreary sky,
And gild yon dank and darkened wall
With transient brilliancy;
How do I weep, how do I pine
For the time of flowers to come,
And turn me from that fading shine,
To mourn the fields of home!
- Poses: Di’s Opera
- Skin: Lara Hurley – Odette for Ch1c
- Eyes: Unique Sensitive
- Lashes: Lelutka
- Hair: Dura 13
- Dress: Azul Suzana Aqua
- Shoes: N-Core Caprice
- Jewelry: Mood Pearle Blossoms, Noir, and PAper Couture River Stone Necklace
- Location: Empyreal Dreams