210 FLORA AND THALIA, 



THE BLUE HARE-BELL.* 



Have ye ever heard in the twilight dim, 



A low, soft strain, 

 That ye fancied a distant vesper hymn, 



Borne o'er the plain 

 By the zephyrs that rise on perfumed wing, 

 When the sun's last glances are glimmering ? 



Have ye heard that music, with cadence sweet, 



And merry peal, 

 Ring out, like the echoes of fairy feet, 



O'er flowers that steal 1 

 And did ye deem that each trembling tone 

 Was the distant vesper-chime alone ] 



The source of that whispering strain I'll tell ; 



For I've listened oft 

 To the music faint of the Blue Hare-bell, 



In the gloaming soft ; 

 'Tis the gay fairy-folk the peal who ring, 

 At even-time for their banqueting. 



* These exquisitely beautiful lines have been selected from 

 a volume, recently published by Mr. Tilt, entitled " Poems, 

 with Illustrations, by Louisa Anne Twamley." A young lady, 

 who, at the age of ttcenti/, is a Poet, a Painter, and ha- men 

 Engraver. 



