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TO BLUE CAMPANULAS, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: We will not speak, and yet shall go
Last Line: Where love belongs, campanulas.


WE will not speak, and yet shall go
Between us, blue campanulas,
A hundred thoughts as white as snow
On mountains till the time of glow
Compels it thunderously to flow
To valleys, blue campanulas.

We have, it seems, the self-same whim
To move us, blue campanulas,
As in this corner cool and dim
We watch the sun's departing rim
And listen to the evening hymn
Of thrushes, blue campanulas.

For quietness is what I ask
Of bounty, blue campanulas,
When labour gives me leave to bask
And wonder, wonder if a task
As noiseless waits behind the mask
Of Life Renewed, campanulas.

Our duty shines to us as clear
As Sirius, blue campanulas:
'Tis best while we are dwelling here
Betwixt the cradle and the bier
To bloom as if the Love were near
That sent us, blue campanulas.

However humble we may seem,
Or world-forgot, campanulas,
Above us there is One to deem
We add a brightness to the beam
Of love, and help the wondrous scheme
A little, blue campanulas.

Though some may think that I should start
Away from you, campanulas,
To urge with them a noisier part
In dust and shoutings of the mart,
The Angel of the Quiet Heart
Prevents me, blue campanulas.

He gives me errands, that my feet
Go sorrowward, campanulas,
And shows me in my lonely seat
The way to add the taste of sweet
To bitter bread the sufferers eat
In bitterer tears, campanulas.

So you and I will here remain
As gossips, blue campanulas,
To brighten those who come in pain
To look for sunbeams after rain,
Till we are wanted once again
Where Love belongs, campanulas.





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