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To the Bluebell

Sacred watcher, wave thy bells!

Fair hill flower 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 wan and frail

I have seen my darling fail

Thou hast found a voice for me

And soothing words are breathed by thee

Thus they murmur, Summer's sun

Warms me till my life is done

Would I rather choose to die

Under winter's ruthless sky?

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away

Lengthen night and shorten day

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Fluttering from the autumn tree

I shall smile when wreaths of snow

Blossom where the rose should grow

I shall sing when night’s decay

Ushers in a drearier day