GREAT BINDWEED. 



The lark sings loud, and the throstle's song 



Is heard from the depth of the hawthorn's dale ; 

 And the rush of the streamlet the vales among, 



Doth blend with the sighs of the whispering gale. 

 But this little flower, the road beside, 



Speaks low to the mind of the passer-by ; 

 While the whispering wind in his airy ride. 

 Says, look, to that flower, the hedge-row's pride, 



She doeth her day's task lovingly. 



Convolvulus sepium. Great Bindweed. 

 The specific name is derived from convolvo, to twine around : 

 such being the habit of these plants. 



Opening Closing 



At sunrise. In the evening. 



