The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë, To a Bluebell

XXXIII

TO A BLUEBELL

Sacred watcher, wave thy bells!
Fair hill flowers and woodland child,
Dear to me in deep green dells,
Dearest on the mountains wild.

Bluebell, even as all divine
I have seen my darling shine;
Bluebell, even as fair and frail
I have seen my darling fail.
Lift thy head and speak to me,
Soothing thoughts are breathed by thee.
Thus they whisper, 'Summer's sun
Lights me till my life is done;
Would I rather choose to die
Under winter's stormy sky?

Glad I bloom, and calm I fade,
Dews of heaven are round me staid
Mourner, mourner, dry thy tears,
Sorrow comes with lengthened years.'

May 7, 1839.

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