44 FLORA AND THALIA. 



THE BLUE, OR HAREBELL, 



With drooping bells of clearest blue, 

 Thou didst attract my childish view, 



Almost resembling 

 The azure butterflies that flew 

 Where on the heath thy blossoms grew. 



So lightly trembling. 



Where feathery fern, and golden broom. 

 Increase the sand-rock cavern's gloom, 



I've seen thee tangled, 

 'Mid tufts of purple heather bloom, 

 By vain Arachne's treach'rous loom 



With dew-drops spangled. 



'Mid ruins tumbling to decay, 



Thy flowers their heavenly hues display, 



Still freshly springing, 

 Where pride and pomp have passed away, 

 On a mossy tomb and turret grey. 



Like friendship clinging. 



When glow-worm lamps illume the scene, 

 And silvery daisies dot the green. 



Thy flowers revealing ; 

 Perchance to soothe the fairy-queen, 

 With faint sweet tones, on night serene, 



Thy soft bejls pealing. 



