Sacred watcher, wave thy bells! Fair hill flower and woodland child! Dear to me in deep green dells -- Dearest on the mountains wild -- Blue bell, even as all divine I have seen my darling shine -- Blue bell, 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? 'Glad I bloom and calm I fade Weeping twilight dews my bed Mourner, mourner dry thy tears. Sorrow comes with lengthened years!' |