|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Harebell (Campanula Rotundifolia)|
|I love the fair lilies and roses so gay,|
They are rich in their pride and their splendor;
But still more do I love to wander away
To the meadow so sweet,
Where down at my feet,
The harebell blooms modest and tender.
Dora Read GoodaleQueen Harebell.
|With drooping bells of clearest blue|
Thou didst attract my childish view,
The azure butterflies that flew
Where on the heath thy blossoms grew
So lightly trembling.
Bishop HeberThe Harebell.
|Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye|
Thou bringst the summers painted sky;
The May-thorn greening in the nook;
The minnows sporting in the brook;
The bleat of flocks; the breath of flowers;
The song of birds amid the bowers;
The crystal of the azure seas;
The music of the southern breeze;
And, over all, the blessed sun,
Telling of halcyon days begun.
|High in the clefts of the rock mid the cedars|
Hangeth the harebell the waterfall nich;
Blue are its petals, deep-blue tinged with purple,
Mystical tintings that mirror the sky.
L. D. PychowskaHarebells.